Caught Up (Windy City, #3)

by Liz Tomforde

I nod. “Sometimes I forget to look.” “Well, you spent a lot of years looking and coming up empty, so I don’t blame you, but that’s not the case anymore.”

Im gonna cry my lungs out of my body

“What are you doing?” “I’m praying.” Finding the button on his pants, I unzip. “What the fuck do you think I’m doing?”

I exploded

“Thank you.” “You’re welcome, baby.”

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