Tucker is not bashful, “eff, you drive me crazy, Carl. I’m not sure if this is Thanksgiving or effing Christmas. One minute I’m watching porn, imagining you tied to my headboard, and the next thing I know, you appear in this effing thing that makes my ***k nearly explode on the spot.” He takes the satin of my nightie in his grip. “And I just want to rip it right open like a godd*** present.” I really loved this book, Tucker was something else and I liked him.
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