Chapter 45

  Wren

  The request zings through my body, my core pulsing, aching. I nod.

  "You words, baby girl." His voice is hoarse, deeper than normal.

  Even though the garage is darkened, some lights illuminate him enough to see his face clearly, and even the bulge in his jeans.

  I nod again. "Y-yes."

  H...

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