Chapter 132

  Elena's Point Of View

  Then he pouted.

  Actual. Pouted.

  Like a child.

  His lower lip jutted out, his brows furrowing just slightly, his hand stilling between my legs. "But my little guy…" He shifted his hips, and oh God, I could feel him… hard, thick, pressing against my thigh. "... is also c...

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