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Kingdom was sleeping like the dead, one arm splayed out to take the spot where Sage’s head had lain. Her lungs expanded, and she was overcome by the savory musk of him. The sheet covering half his body left his chiseled torso exposed for her to drink in like a fine bottle of rich, full-bodied Bordeaux. She admired the thick hair dividing the two sides of his taut abdomen, leading to the tent of his groin. She itched to unceremoniously drag the sheet from him and suck him off again.
Twisting her head away, she gritted her teeth. Since their first ride, she’d vacillated back and forth on whether to hook up with him or not. Yesterday, she had capitulated. How could she not? She’d never seen anything as erotic as the image of Kingdom’s dark head nestled between her thighs. Truth was, she
