I think Bishop seriously despises clothes, “are you still here?” The door swings open. “And still in your damn underwear. Where the hell are your pants?” The man tends to be a tad bit overdramatic, “because you’re half-undressed in my tub, and I’m a guy, and apparently my ***k is a effing sadist. It honestly feels like my balls are on fire right now. A semi has literally never been this painful.” At least the man is honest, “I’m going to ruin the eff out of this dress, so I feel it’s only fair that I replace it.” I grind against her..." I actually enjoyed this book so much more than the first one I adored Bishop.
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