A hand suddenly wraps around my throat from behind and, in an instant, his large body is at my back. “You said he wasn’t your type,” he growls in my ear. My dick is hard in seconds flat. “I lied,” I whisper, resisting the urge to grind my ass against his crotch. I’m not sure what about this man turns me so needy, but I’m not trying to overthink it. I want things with Dr. Love that I’ve never tried before. Things I think I’ve always secretly wanted, but didn’t have the stomach to ask for. I was always too busy bending over backwards for the guys who were ultimately going to leave me. Either on
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