He wanted her. Now. He wanted her all night. Every night for a week. A month. Maybe even a year. He sank down in a chair beside the fire and rubbed his eyes. “I’m in trouble,” he muttered. And never had he believed a statement more.

Autor: Jess Michaels

He wanted her. Now. He wanted her all night. Every night for a week. A month. Maybe even a year. He sank down in a chair beside the fire and rubbed his eyes. “I’m in trouble,” he muttered. And never had he believed a statement more. - Jess Michaels




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