“Well?” He waggles his brows. “What do you think?” Jesus fuck, my man is on fire in his deep-green bespoke suit—the way it hugs his thick thighs, stretches across his chest just right. I toss my arms around his neck. “I think I wanna sneak into the changeroom tonight, drop to my knees, and deepthroat your cock before I ride it into oblivion while screaming your name.” A guttural sound rumbles in his chest, and something pokes my belly button as Emmett’s arms tighten around me. He presses me back into the closet, his hand coming up to grip the shelf above my head as his mouth captures mine. He
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