Trey is not one to mince his words, “I do want to eff you. I think we’ve all been clear on that for quite a while now.” Trey can give out some nice compliments, “you’re evil,” he groans, his eyes between my legs. “I thought you looked good in my lingerie but eff.” He drawls out the last word, his eyes shameless in their perusal. “I’d rather you work naked.” I really liked this book, loved Trey.
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