“I hope you’re good and hungry tomorrow night, Chase, because my pussy is on the dessert menu.” I suck his bottom lip, dragging it between my teeth before I release him. He stumbles backward two steps. “For the love of God, Cammie, close the fucking door.” I do. And turn the lock. The knob rattles. Chase makes a desperate sound on the other side and pounds on it with his fist. I flip the lock again and open it two inches. He’s on his knees in front of the door. “Don’t forget, I have a black belt; I can take you down.” He grips the jambs. “The next twenty hours will be the most delicious
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ON HIS KNEESSSSSSSS HELLLLL YEAHHHH A MAN WHO YEARNS IS A MAN WHO EARNS
