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Does your father-in-law pay you to be his hype man? Or you do it for free to score approval points?
He’s still as attractive as I remember. Only he’s not a lanky fifteen-year-old anymore. He’s a grown man, filled out and muscular. Sheer power drips off him.
For a fuckboy, he’s actually kind of a chick.
Garrett Graham’s daughter is hot. She was hot when I met her six years ago, and she’s even hotter now.
“Why do you have to make it sound so dirty?” He tips his head. “I’m not doing that at all. I think this might be a you problem.”
I’m walking out of my final lecture for the day when Gigi’s name pops up on my phone. My pulse quickens.
“I’m good at making you wet,” I say, hearing the rasp in my voice.
“I want you naked,” he mutters. “Then get me naked.”
“Looking my fill. You have no idea how incredible you are.”
He growls in approval and takes it like a champ. He’s chuckling by the time I release him. “That was so hot.”
“Yeah, do it. Let me watch.”
“What if I came over and helped you sometime?
“Use me,” I order. A smile curves her lips.
Before we hooked up, I made it clear to Gigi that all I wanted was sex. Yet, somehow, I’m the one who forgot that.
And the worst part is, I want him again. It scares me how badly I want him. So I’ve been keeping my distance.
There’s something about the lazy way he’s touching me. Almost indifferent, but I know every caress is deliberate.
“Better come now, Gisele. They’re starting to talk.”
Ryder chuckles against my thighs.
“I mean, when the dessert is your pussy, I’ll eat it any day of the month.”
barely have time for one woman, let alone multiple ones.” Somewhat awkwardly, he moves closer and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “My dick belongs to you.”
Ryder rolls us over so that he’s on his back and I’m draped over his bare chest. He runs his fingers along my naked skin,
I hastily examine the fabric to make sure I didn’t leak all the way through it when Ryder was fingering me at the opera.
“What is your obsession with me?” I drawl. “Do I need Jensen to send you his PowerPoint on sex addiction?”
ALEX: My friend will send his jet. I cough out a laugh. Jesus. I thought I had friends in high places. Meanwhile, Alex is over here just hanging out with private jet owners.
“You should be prepared,” Owen eventually says, glancing over to grin at me. “For what?” “You’re gonna marry that girl.”
I’m so goddamn in love with this woman. Seeing her cry makes me want to find the person who did this to her and slam his head through a wall.
I keel over in laughter. “Why do you always have to ruin my jokes by digging too deep into them?” “Tell better jokes,” she advises.
I’ve only felt that way one other time in my life. When I said “I do” to Gigi in the courthouse.

