“Naughty boy, you’re as cheeky as a whale on vacation,” she chastised. “Just this once.” She turned to her desk, pulling the drawer open and Sin looked to me, furiously thrusting his finger into that O again like I hadn’t understood him the first time. I glared at him, a growl building in my throat. I really fucking hate Sin Wilder. I pushed the plum between my cheeks, bending forward a little and working it up my ass because apparently I would put anything in there for Rosalie. Or maybe it was because I wanted to escape more than anything now. Either way, this had better be the last fucking
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