Nicole Wolfe

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“Come on, Gray,” I bit out, my hand working his cock faster. He didn’t need the encouragement. I could tell from how his body tensed under mine and the way my name mixed with his moans. “Come for me, honey.”
The Wayward Sons and the Wichita Werewolf (The Wayward Sons #1)
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