Krista Garcia

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Cyrus scoops up a handful of my hair and tugs my mouth to his. “It’s been a long time,” he mutters between kisses. “What did you expect?” He licks my bottom lip, and I shudder against him. “Sorry,” he murmurs. “Didn’t mean to drown you.” 
Nanny for the Neighbors
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