ken
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
dd
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
dd
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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