I forced a smile through the pain. “It’s not your fault, princess.” I patted the bed. “Climb up.” “I’m dripping.” The words only made me grin. I opened my eyes, finding her standing beside the bed, and patted the mattress, this time more softly. “Show me.” She shook her head, but she didn’t leave. No. She didn’t leave. She was thinking about it. “I want to see what you showed Nick that day in the car.” That blush deepened. Fuck. “When you were in his Mustang, leaning your head back, your fingers in that—” I licked my lips and lowered my gaze. “That perfect cunt.” “T…” she whispered. She liked
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