In the last installment of Summer Seduction
In the first installment of Summer Seduction
Backed up against the wall inside Brandon’s house, I groaned softly into his mouth, my fingers threading through his thick mop of hair. For the first time in weeks, there was no fear of being interrupted. No racing heart from the possibility of Jeremy walking in. Just the two of us, alone in his empty house, with an entire weekend stretching out ahead of us.
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