Kayla Hurt

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I slid another straw between Adrik’s lips as he slept beside me, my big ass bodyguard like a tank filling out his entire seat despite the huge size of it. He had fourteen wedged between his lips now and every time he let out a snore, the sound rippled through them and a few fluttered down onto his lap. I put them straight back in, obviously.
Forget-Me-Not Bombshell (Mafia Wars, #5)
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