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tepped out of the home gym. I could smell the manly, intoxicating scent of him, which did all sorts of insane things to my body and my horm

rts, hiking boots, and tank top. Wilder’s estate occupied like thirty acres o

uldn’t see the way he made my bod

. Se

into my chest as I’d whirled to come face to face with the gorgeous, brooding man who’d occupied every single piece of my fantasies

Kenzie,” he’d growled, his jaw tight

wallowing the h

g I’m going out. Do y

into the wall behind me. His eyes burned fiercely into mine as he moved close. His hands went to the wall next

’m going out

a walk,” I mimed ba

for a walk,what

t my dad,

on. A dark look flashed across his face — the same dark look I’d seen all the other times I’d sassed

reath before he suddenly lowered his

not be having this convers

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rough my core. It hit me like a teasing, wicked touch right between my thighs, and sud

stormed right back into the gym, leav

rough the huge, castle-like home. And I guess my mind was still squarely on Wilder m

ay to Lincoln’s quarters unt

and my pulse still roaring through my ears as I

h heat, and I came to a stuttering stop outside the open doorway. I cou

re it w

k yeah,

ctually, the entire time I’d been living there so far, I hadn’t seen either of them even go out, let alone bring someone home. I

glanced inside. Lincoln’s huge guest chambers were empty and immaculately clean but for some of his clothes draped across

hole wor

ly pooled between my legs. I could see Lincoln’s gorgeous muscles rippling under the shower spray, his

roaned, and when my eyes dipped lower, and when I realized what I was looking at, my thigh

troking

nd up and down his shaft. The glass was blurry with steam, but I knew what I was looking at. And even with the s

was in his head. “Take that big cock, angel. Take it like a goo

red and leaning against his dresser as my eyes drank it all in. One of the two men I’d been completely fant

they slipped lower and lower. I'd leaned against the dresser, mouth hanging open and my face screwed into a mask of pleasure as I'd slipped my fingers easily into

d, making me gasp into my hand as my o

drop of daddy

s I slumped against dresser. My dripping wet pussy clenched so tight around my finger

nst the shower stall glass, my whole body tumbled right into another leg

of darting out of his room and running all the way

said m

ed his big, thick cock in the shower, and

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way it made me shiver and gasp. There was something so freaking sexy, in thi

day, from both of them. I craved the feeling I’d felt when a sweating, gorgeous Wilder had basically pinned me to the

drop of daddy’

that day. I dressed skimpier and skimpier, until I was practically pran

no matter how much

de. And slowly, as my pulse raced and my skin tingled, I wondered if it’d worked. I wondered if staying out far past when I was supposed to be home had done it. Or if being dressed the way I was, with a way too short skirt, and a

m over the edge. I bit my lip as I op

in

werful hands grabbed me tight, pu

ll do you th

o my ear. My hands fell against his hard chest, and as I lo

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