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He snorts and leans back again. “First of all, you do spit but that doesn’t mean you aren’t a lady. If I recall, you do all kinds of unladylike things in the bedroom with me. Or I’m sorry, maybe it’s considered ladylike to rim your Godfather in your parent’s bed.” My cheeks immediately heat, and I know I have to be bright red. “JP! Okay, one, YOU LIKED IT.” “Fucking loved it. And every other time you did it thereafter.”
What Was Meant to Be
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