Evan really just slays me, "but I Know the minute she locks eyes on my erection because her eyes fly back up to mine, cheeks the color of a fire engine. “Sorry about that,” I say with a grin and a nod downward. “He’s frisky in the morning.” Evan is not a shy man when it comes to his wants, “I so have,” he reassures me. “So prepare to get effed every morning, although I wouldn’t mind a blow job either.” I loved this book, I'm hoping Evan's other bandmates get a book.
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