Katie Thayer

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“I’m yours, Jasper. I always have been.” Satisfaction flares in his dark irises, and he unleashes on me, one hand slipping down to rub my clit while he fucks me hard enough to make my body slide and stick against the marble. “And you always will be,” he grunts out as we combust, each of us belonging more to the other than to ourselves as I feel him jerk and spill himself inside me.
Powerless  (Chestnut Springs, #3)
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