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We all know you’re already on the naughty list, yet like to be told you’re a good girl by a man with a deep voice and a penchant for giving hand necklaces. Am I wrong? Didn’t think so. Now turn the page and read your hockey smut. Show me how beautifully you listen.
I’m addicted to white peppermint mochas. With soy milk, no less, because regular milk is for real men. Which I am not, with this drink in my hand.
OMG. Red alert. Red freaking alert. My face is in my boss’s crotch.
“Baby, when I cross the line with you, you’re damn sure going to know it.”
Jealousy had me gripped by the balls and even though I knew she wasn’t interested in him, I needed him to know he couldn’t have her. Stupid? Maybe. Irrational? Sure. Do I care? Not in the slightest.
“She’s welcome to call me Daddy, although it’s not a requirement.” “It’s not a requirement for what?” Tessa chuckles, and the poor guy genuinely looks confused. I lean forward, angling away from Tessa, and whisper, “For when I’m between her legs eating her pussy and destroying her for little boys like you.”
Once you go stubble, nothing else is worth the trouble.
“Do you like knowing they can look up at any moment and see you? Do you want them to know I’m fucking you? That you’re mine?”
“Twas the night before Christmas, and I fucked my assistant in my house. My dick is no longer stirring… I’ve got nothing that rhymes with house and mouse doesn’t sound right.”
