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Devyn Rivers
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September 23 - September 30, 2025
“Your sarcasm is not an attractive trait.” “Good thing you’re not attracted to me then.” I fell silent because that was very much not true.
I pressed my lips to hers and damned myself.
“You seem very interested in everyone’s businesses,” I said with a shrug. “It pays to be informed of the players in the game,”
“I—I want you,” I said. I blushed at the admission and he smiled, his hands still running up my back. “Then I’m yours, princess,” he said roughly.
“You deserve to feel whole,” he said against my neck. “You are gorgeous when you come. But that is your gift to give me. Not mine to take.” He kissed me again.
I looked at Graham and my heart slammed into his. The look on his face was of a man completely in his power—a god, watching something he’d created come to life in his hands. It was intoxicating.
She was mine and we would figure everything else out later.
He turned and noticed me, his eyes sliding down to the gun and his lips twitched. I suddenly felt embarrassed it was in my hands and blushed. “We need to talk about that at some point,” he said dryly as he turned and finished pouring two cups of coffee. “Although I will admit seeing you hold a gun right now with sex hair and legs for days is doing something to me.” He walked over and gently pulled the gun from my hand, replacing it with coffee.
“I’m not doing any of this legally,” I warned. He smirked and chuckled darkly. “Baby—save the dirty talk for later.”

