Becca Mae

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except there was no easy way to untie the wiener dog balloon animal that my sack had become, so I pulled my trousers down a little bit, reached in, and set them free. A yelp and then a sigh escaped me as relief flooded me. “Be free.” I patted them tenderly.
Can You Take It? (Infatuated Fae, #4)
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