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" At ten o’clock I receive a text from Blake. Hi, girlfriend! I just wanted you to know I’m turning in for the evening. Alone. Because we’re dating. I’m not a total jerk, so I reply, Hey there! How’s Chicago? I’m turning in, too. Alone. Because that’s how I roll. I miss you, he writes. And now I don’t know whether or not to be honest. I miss you, too, I admit. But that doesn’t mean we’re dating. We are, though. Good night, Blake. Good night, girlfriend. "
― Sarina Bowen , Good Boy (WAGs, #1)
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" I bunch his hair between my fingers and tug his head up. “Get on your back.” “Not done with you,” he mumbles. “Trust me.” His eyes gleam as he shifts onto his side. Then he grins and rolls over, propping his hands behind his head and awaiting my next move. The ache between my legs is unbearable, making it difficult to move. I order my shaky limbs to cooperate, and climb onto his muscular body, twisting around so that my butt is wiggling in his face and his massive erection is at eye level with me. “Fuck,” he gasps. “Yeah, babe, that’s what I like to see. "
― Sarina Bowen , Good Boy (WAGs, #1)
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" Will you say my name when you come?” Warm, wet lips skate up my throat before hovering inches from my mouth. “Shout it, if you can. It’ll make me crazy.” Another laugh pops out. “Dude. I can’t control what I say during orgasm. It’s mostly gibberish.” He kisses me, his tongue toying with mine until we’re both breathless. “You’ll say my name,” he murmurs, and I don’t know if that’s another question or him just stating a fact, but either way, I don’t have the mental capacity to decode it, because he’s moving again. "
― Sarina Bowen , Good Boy (WAGs, #1)