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“I’ll have a Smuggler’s Club brought down to your office right away, boss,” Dan says, emerging from the stock room and slinging a rag over his shoulder. My eyes never leave Penelope’s. “Make it a vodka.”
Eeeek
He digs his heel into the carpet and rolls his chair a few feet away from his desk. His hand thumps the edge of it twice. “Up here.” “What?” He cocks his head, the punchline to his joke burning bright behind his eyes. “Do I look like the type of man that gets on his knees, Penelope?” “I-I don’t understand.”
Oh my god
“You didn’t think I was going to kiss you on your lips, did you?”
“There isn’t a catch. I said, if you win, I kiss you, and if I win, you kiss me.” A sinful glint heats his eyes. “I didn’t say where.”
Omggg
“May I?”
HALEKSJD DHUZJSNDBS
“You’re…” his jaw ticks. “Natural.” Despite the maddening lust crackling in my lower core, annoyance fills me. I keep it well maintained down there, but there’s definitely no baldness going on.
Uhhh
“I’m not one of the little boys you’re used to fucking, Penelope.”
Ohh YES
I grind my molars together and feign boredom. “I’m twenty-one; I’m always wet.”
What😭😭
“Any hot man that steps onto the boat.” He mutters something in Italian under his breath, then grabs both my ankles and forces my feet up onto the desk, so my heels press into the backs of my thighs.
ONGG
It’s instinct that fuels me to bolt upright and grab his hair to hold him in place. He tilts his chin, my juices glistening in the cleft of it, and meets my gaze with a crazed one of his own. He licks his lips. “Yes?”
OH NY GOD
He holds me there, then with a lazy, half-lidded stare, he watches me as he slides my fingers into his mouth, sucking all of my juices clean.
She was comfortable here, in my car, beside me, her hair piled on top of her head and her face make-up free. It was with a sickening sweetness that I realized she sought out the warmth of my car to do the most vulnerable thing a human can do: sleep.
Aww
But it’s the dick in the passenger seat that speaks first. “Watch your car, or your girl?”
“Breathe near the girl and it’ll be the last breath you take,” I say calmly.
there. I can’t lie; it’d be refreshing to feel a tortured scream in my ears.
What the fuck
Besides, our Sinners Anonymous game isn’t going to be as satisfying this month, now that Angelo went and got his PETA-preaching wife involved. Licking my lips, I replace the
Lmaoo
Six pairs of eyes stare at me through the windshield. None of them are hers, so none of them matter.
