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I have been sitting in my private jet for nearly an hour, waiting to take off. A plane had broken down on the way to the runway, and we were waiting for it to be moved.
I knew I should have flown down last night. I could have woken my love up this morning, and we could have been marked and mated before breakfast.
Just the thought of her lying naked under me, her long raven hair billowing out on my pillow, her alabaster skin soft against me, had my co.ck standing to attention.
I shift in my seat and ease the pressure on my slacks. Goddess, she is beautiful, the most perfect woman I have ever met. As soon as I saw her, I knew she was mine. I was confused when she didn't leap into my arms.
When I found out that she was my newly found cousin's best friend, and that I would have to w
