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CHAPTER 139

Penulis: Anonymous Lee
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-10-31 14:03:35

TYLER

I’m still catching my breath when Mason pulls me up from the floor, his hands warm on my hips, that stupid, smug grin on his face like he just won the Stanley Cup. My legs are jelly. My ass is sore. My neck is covered in hickeys that look like I got attacked by a vampire with a vendetta. And yet—and yet—I can’t stop smiling like an idiot.

“Jesus, Ty,” he says, voice low and rough, tugging his shirt over his head. “You look like you just got railed by a freight train.”

I snort, grabbing my briefs from the floor and hopping into them like I’m not internally screaming. “You *are* the freight train, you caveman. And you *tied me up*. With your *belt*. In my *office*.”

He winks, buckling his belt with that slow, deliberate click that makes my stomach flip. “You loved it.”

I open my mouth to argue—because hello, dignity—but my brain short-circuits. Because yeah. I did. I *really* did. And now I’m standing here in my own office, half-naked, with my CEO tie blindfold still on the desk l
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Angela. XD I love how Mase could break Ty's marble figure. He loves him very much <3
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