Carli Hubbard

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“And I want you to ride my face. So I think we can both get what we want here.” “August Ryder,” I breathed as I sat up. “Are you offering me a mustache ride?” Gus smoothed two of his fingers over his mustache and said, “Saddle up, baby.”
Lost and Lassoed (Rebel Blue Ranch, #3)
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