Ramsey Jester

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Now my dick was fully hard, no half-measures about it. I knew Jules wasn’t offering her own throat. If she ever did, I’d likely lose my fucking mind with desire. I’m not sure I could ever trust myself near her perfect, slender throat, but because I knew her better than she understood, I knew exactly what that question was about.
Resting Witch Face (Stay a Spell, #5)
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