Leandra Parsons

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He shifts his hips, and my eyes go to his morning wood. “Fuck,” he murmurs. He lies out on his back, and now he’s rubbing his erection. I adopt the same pose. “I could help you with that.” He grins, angling his body toward me. “I could help you.”
Wrath (Sinful Secrets, #4)
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