My dick was constantly hard. When I fixed her car. When I took business meetings. When I was working on the app. When I went to the gym. Even when I watched the presidential debate. Which, let’s admit, was less sexy than a shit-soaked mop. “You think I’d ever do you this dirty?” I slid the coin pendant of my neck chain—the one I never took off—from side to side. “I think you earn your bread making women feel special and good, and Dylan is in a vulnerable position,” Row countered, upturned brown eyes, just like his sister’s, zinging threateningly. “And I think she can’t handle another
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