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Revolution
Book six in the Elemental Paladins series

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“You want to have sex down here?”
Jasminka raised her eyebrows, her hands pausing in their motion to lift her skirt. “Problem?” she asked.
“No,” came his quick response. “I’m all for sex with you. Anytime. It’s just … my wine,” he finished, rather lamely.

“Are you pouting? You’re pouting!” Jazz pointed a finger at his face, her laughter ringing in his ears. “Oh boy! I get it now. This wine is like your boy toy. Like tools, or a car! The wine is your baby.”

Beyden sniffed, taking immediate offense on behalf of every male on the planet. “The wine is not my baby. And just for clarification, men don’t have toys.”

Jasminka laughed, dark eyes twinkling behind those sexy glasses of hers. “And there is that grumpy face I’ve come to love. You know when I first arrived, everyone talked you up as the nice guy – the gentle giant with the heart of gold. But all I saw was Mr Cranky-pants.”

“I’m not cranky. I am – and was – justifiably irritable due to severe injuries incurred bravely in the heat of battle,” Bey informed his lover, primly. For some reason, his response just made the usually staid doctor laugh even more.

Jazz cupped Bey’s face, “You really are adorable, aren’t you?”
“Adorable? Cranky-pants? Toys? You really know how to emasculate a guy, don’t you?” Beyden grumped.

Jasminka hummed, her hands travelling from his face, down over his chest, before coming to rest over his hardening cock. “You don’t feel very emasculated to me.”

Beyden grunted, “I don’t?”
“Uh uh. You feel decidedly …

masculine.” Jazz slipped the button undone on his pants, lowered his zipper and freed his hard length. She stroked her palm up from root to tip a few times before cupping his balls.

“Now, what do you say we open up a good bottle of red and I use you as my own personal wine glass?”
Beyden felt his eyes cross,

“Corkscrews are over there.”
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