Alisha Eadle

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“Stop grabbing the sheets like that,” I tease, bringing my mouth back where it was. “It’s the only thing keeping me from grabbing your hair,” he pants. I take as much of him as I can in my mouth, once, quickly, and then grin up at him. “Maybe I want you to grab my hair.”
No One But Us
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