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Bang, bang, bang. Kingdom pounded on Sage’s door. Minutes later, it swung open, and she stood in front of him in her nightie. If one could call it that. It might cover her a*s, but her legs? Not so much. He stifled a groan and bit down on his bottom lip. Christ, her legs. They should be wrapped around his waist while his c**k worked her p***y. l**t and fury double-teamed him to constrict his breathing.
Fists balled at his sides, he gave her a censuring look. “Don’t you check the peephole before you open the door? And do you always answer the door half n***d?”
“Usually,” she replied drily. Her hand tried to stall him as he moved past her. “What are you doing here?”
Unsmiling, Kingdom stated, “Woke up this morning.” He slammed the door shut and hemmed her in against it. “Alone. Wasn’
