Chapter 12
Blake
Reid could sport wood at the drop of a hat. His dress pants revealed exactly what he thought of Wren in her little sleep shorts and tank top. I’d finally gotten an eyeful of what lay beneath her work clothes, and I was far from disappointed. Definitely less curvy than my norm—those tall blondes she griped about twice since having met her—but that tangible thing between us lured me in.
The sight of her eyes hazing over.
The slight tremble of her lower lip.
The way she so easily came to me, taking my hand in what seemed like complete trust.
I was f*****g done for.
That was what swelled my d**k. Not the promise of a wet p***y or having a woman writhe between me and my best friend. Nothing but a deep yearning to fulfill her needs excited every damn cell in my body.
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