Chapter Twelve. Davina.
I am doing this for Max.
I am doing this for Max.
I repeat like a mantra, willing my body to calm down, and my ovaries to stop screaming at me to get down and dirty with the man in front of me and give my son a brother or sister.
I don’t care if the man who looks better than a Greek God is looking at me like I am his lunch, jutting his tongue out slightly and licking his lips, as I bring a sausage from my bangers and mash to my mouth and let out a sexy as hell, low growl under his breath as I gather the gravy on my tongue.
Nope.
Do. Not. Care.
I do not at all, want to lick the gravy from the top of the sausage before pumping it into my mouth with a look in my eyes that tells him that I want nothing more than to suck on the sausage between his legs.
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