Flip (Next Level, #2)
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Read between May 31 - June 2, 2023
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Erin’s the kind of woman the devil himself would crawl out of Hell and be a better man for. She should be worshipped, spoiled, protected at all costs. And fucked six ways to Sunday.
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She’s chaotic and controlled. Methodical. Messy.
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“Erin.” He gives me a look that says if I argue with him, there will be consequences. Joke’s on you, fucker. I’m into that shit.
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One thing I’ve learned with Erin is: She likes being overwhelmed even if she doesn’t realize it. My girl lives for organized chaos.
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“Yes,” she grunts. “Please, don’t stop.” Never. I will die on my knees for her.
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My gorgeous girl loves to garden, and her landscaping is phenomenal. “It’s amazing.” Like you. “Smells good too.” Like you. She looks up at me with a content smile. “Gardening’s my happy place.” And you’re mine.
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He catches my wrist before I make it very far. “You’ve disobeyed me.” The hell I have. I throw my hands up. “Not funny, Trey.” “Am I laughing?” Yes, he is with his eyes. They’re light and filled with humor and lust. Trey starts pulling my sundress up, and my breath catches when he grazes his knuckles across my panties. Arching his brow, he growls, “I said no panties.” “We’re having a wedding down there!” “I don’t give a fuck if it’s the second coming of Jesus down there. I said no panties.”
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Why yuck someone else’s yum?
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“You feel so fucking good,” I whisper, holding onto the edge of the machine. “If you’re still able to form words,” he growls, swirling his hips before slamming into me again, “I’m doing this all wrong.”
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“Really?” Erin clasps her hands behind her back. “So all it takes for one of you boys to fall in love is a good cookie?” She glances at me. “I’ll remember that.” I can’t hide my smile when she looks at me this way. “I don’t need your cookies.” I’m already in love with you. “I’m a pie guy.”
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“So,” Erin says, tugging my hand. “About that promise you made me.” “Promise? What promise?” I let her lead me out of the dining room and up the stairs. “The one about wearing the Ghostface mask and making me scream while I come around your big dick.” Ohhhh that promise.