Leandra Parsons

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By the time I reach her bedroom, I'm so desperate for the taste of her that I practically crush her beneath my weight when I drop her to the bed and come down on her lips. I start to lift off her, to adjust my weight so I'm not hurting her, but then I realize she's moaning into my kiss and wrapping her legs around me to pull me closer. And when I settle on top of her the way that I want to, I'm rewarded with a breathy yes.
1 Last Shot (The Fight Game, #4)
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