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61. Ghazi on a mission
I heard him say it last night. Remy said that he loved me. I was pretty sure he was out of it, but still, my body tensed when he said it. And when morning came he appeared like his usual self. Flirty, adorable, while sauntering out of our bedroom with his socks from last night and one of my shirts that barely covered his creamy thighs. God, I remembered how those thighs wrapped around my waist, flexing beautifully as he reached his climax.
"Ghazi," he kissed my jaw before sneakily grabbing my fresh cup of coffee and taking a big gulp of it. "Ugh...I still can't get used to your coffee."
"It's not my coffee, lots of people like double-shot espresso in the morning." I kissed him and felt his bare ass underneath. I groaned when he pressed against my groin. Deepening our kiss, I was fully aware that he was still sore from our last night's debauchery. "You're sore. Be a good boy for me and stop being naughty for a day?"
"Mmm...you know I'm not good with promising you
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