Cullen just can't make up his mind, “I’m having trouble understanding myself right now. Just stop twiddling your damn hair.” Sometimes Cullen is just shocked the h*** out, “I’ll blow you,” I say. He chokes on his drink and slams the glass down. “Creative enough for you?” Cullen doesn't appreciate the word no from his woman's mouth, “she’ll do the lingerie now,” he says, his hooded eyes daring me to defy him. “And she looks good in white, black, and translucent, maybe with a hint of soft pink.” Holy wow I freakin loved Cullen the man was *** on a stick, and he'd move the moon if his woman asked him too, the man just treated her like a queen.
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