Page 97 of Wicked Praise


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“You do not.”

“Spend a day with me in my office. I’ll prove it.” He winked.

“If I did that, can I get a kitten?” She pouted.

They fought over the kitten while she pottered about his—their—home like she belonged while wearing a pair of ugly as hell thick pink socks. Socks, he let her leave on when he’d fucked her on the dining room table last night.

Just the stupid socks and her blush.

Was that love?

He had no idea.

Blake ripped his shorts off and tossed the towel on top of it. As he untucked the sheet from the bottom of the bed and climbed underneath it, he realized right now, he didn’t want for anything.

Well, except to save InkWell.

But as he hooked his finger under Bella’s silk pajama shorts and felt the heat of her body, Blake forgot about all his worries.

Then she let out a sexy moan.










CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

Bella writhed as herpussy clenched.

Damn, this dream is good.

She felt herself getting wetter as sleep began to evade her.

Oh, God, that feels good.

Sleep and consciousness fought for dominance as she tried to stay in the delicious dream state. Her bottoms slid away and one of her legs was pushed aside. A tongue swept over her slit.

Oh, hell.

Then the tongue lapped and the mouth sucked her flesh as a hand reached to cup her breast. Flames of desire rushed through her every nerve ending as she clenched the pillow and let out a moan.

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