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He was propped between my legs so casually.
Asking such horrifically intimate questions.
I could see the sleek line of his tanned back going down to the rise of his powerful buttocks and thighs. His legs disappeared over the foot of the bed after that. Where he dangled over.
“It would be nice if he made me laugh, if he was kind, and if he was willing to consider something serious.”
“Serious?”
I rolled my eyes.
“I’m too old for kid games.” I sighed. “I don’t need a man to warm my bed. I want one by my side, if he’s going to be around at all.”
He gave me a pensive look. Nodding slowly. “Hmm.”
“Relax.” He leaned up on his elbows.
I gave him a confused look. Startled by the sudden change of tone.
He was giving orders now.
I didn’t even have time to relax before a long, masculine finger was inside me. Curling around that little pink device to drag it out of me at a painstakingly slow pa
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