Emmett Brodie waits there, head down, gripping the doorframe. There’s not an ounce of remorse in those beautiful eyes when he peers up at me from beneath thick lashes. Those eyes are nothing compared to the smile this man hits me with. “Good morning, beautiful.” The sweet words skate roughly down my sides as he steps inside, gently forcing me backward. “It’s tomorrow.” My jaw dislodges, and he grins, gripping it as my back hits the counter. “Ah,” he whispers, thumb tracing my lower lip. “I was worried my cock wouldn’t fit in there, but now I see. Perfect mouth, just like the rest of you.
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