Eighteen

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The moment the towel fell from Emma’s frame, the both of them knew that no one could stop this shimmering heat that had been waiting to erupt from them; who cares if they had a parental spat to argue with? Right now, they were filled with lust and heat from one another; all those awkward glances and greetings shared all led to this very moment: Rowan’s hands dipped down to her perfectly cinched waist, feeling Emma’s naked skin. No alcohol, no dark rooms, drugs, or hallucinations to hide over this; they were doing this, and he couldn’t care less, as he was already convinced the baby wasn’t his, so he might as well f**k her senseless since he had the time, and God was she glorious. Her milky skin was more savory and sweet than he imagined or could ever imagine. His large hands reached do

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