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" His face is so close to my core that I feel the warm puff of air on my clit. I shiver in desire, then curse myself for feeling it. “Get up, you perv,” I grumble, trying to shove my dress down. He locks both my hands with one of his. “Not until I get my kiss.” A naughty gleam lights his eyes. “My lips are up here, asshole.” The curve of his mouth widens, his smile becoming filthier and filthier. “You said a kiss, honey. But you never specified where. "

Sarina Bowen , Good Boy (WAGs, #1)


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Sarina Bowen quote : His face is so close to my core that I feel the warm puff of air on my clit. I shiver in desire, then curse myself for feeling it. “Get up, you perv,” I grumble, trying to shove my dress down. He locks both my hands with one of his. “Not until I get my kiss.” A naughty gleam lights his eyes. “My lips are up here, asshole.” The curve of his mouth widens, his smile becoming filthier and filthier. “You said a kiss, honey. But you never specified where.