He shakes his head but doesn’t say anything else. I take a sip of my coffee, and it forces me to close my eyes and revel in the explosion of flavors on my tongue. I welcome the heat that pours down my throat as I swallow, and I swear this cup of coffee is a better lover than a fair percentage of my past dalliances. “I want to have your babies,” I state matter-of-factly, opening my blissed-out gaze and leveling an arduous look on the coffee machine. Rogan barks out a laugh. “Should I leave the two of you alone?” he teases. “Please don’t, you know she only puts out for me because you tell
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