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“How could I forget?” He says it like a joke. Like I’m a joke. “Hello, City Girl.”
Jesus Christ the tension is so thick I could cut it with a knife.
Mollie’s outfit shows too much leg and not nearly enough judgment. Way too much leg. Or maybe not enough.
HEHEHEHEHE
“Not the spoon,” Ryder whispers.
This was a bad idea. What was I thinking? What do her tits look like wet? You are a pervert. She needs comfort, not an orgasm.
Hehehehe
“See?” I sit up a little straighter. “You’re doing the right thing, deciding for yourself how you feel about Garrett. He’d be proud. It was one of the things I loved most about him—how unafraid he was to do his own thing, even if it didn’t make sense to anyone else.”
“Look at this pretty pussy,” he says. “Perfect. So fucking perfect, Mollie. I fuckin’ hate that you kept this from me for so long.”
Her cheeks are bright pink. Eyes hazy—that look girls get when they’ve been well taken care of. You don’t see it often enough.
Aw, honey, you know you’re only gonna find relief if it’s with me.
And, yeah, maybe the fantasy of knocking you up turns me on in a way it shouldn’t.
