In the last installment of Summer Seduction
In the first installment of Summer Seduction
As the morning turned to afternoon, the house felt different. Brandon had slipped out early before Jeremy returned, but the memory of him riding me, whispering filthy things while we looked into each other’s eyes, lingered like a drug in my system.
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