Chapter 41 Supposed to be bickering, not foreplay

Tegan

The scent of him hit me, cologne, and that underlying musk that made my pussy clench.

"Where the hell are we going, Hayes? You ambush me with texts from a burner, climb my window like a fucking burglar, and now this?"

“Don't tell me we're going to your island again?” I added quickly.

I'd l...

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