I Let Him Ruin My Ass (2)
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It had been three days since he ruined her áss in that bedroom, three days since she felt stretched and full, dripping his cúm and wearing his fingerprints across her skin like a bruise she didn’t want to fade.
And now, here she was, back in his office with the door locked behind her.
Nat didn’t even greet her. He yanked her into him by the wrist and kissed her hard, tongue claiming hers like he was pissed she had stayed away.
“Three days,” he growled against her mouth. “You really made me wait three fúcking days?”
“You never called,” she replied, gasping as he backed her into his desk.
“You knew damn well I couldn’t,” he snapped, biting her lip. “Amber’s been around. Her mom’s been suspicious. I had to play it clean.”
Cindy smirked. “You say tha
