Don't Judge (Nothing Special, #4)

by A.E. Via

mayheim.

and let Michaels drive off.

he was just drinking

He was in non-stop mode the entire six hours they were around that table.

Judge eyed the gorgeous detective walking back in with his dog next to him

so michaels was outside for six hours?

Brett.

Brent

while Judge ate at his neck, his chest, dipped lower, and tugged one of his nipples between his teeth.

Michaels held on to Judge’s shoulders as he was spun around and propped up on the large sink.

Michaels bit into Judge’s broad shoulder to keep from yelling out in ecstasy.

what the hell direction is he facing? lol