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And that will not change. He needs to find the woman again and find out what she has, and he is the only one who can warm her.

He had no choice but to grab her hair in a pony. He gripped it tightly.

“Yes, Wilder. That’s it.” She moaned.

Before she could open his zipper, he pulled her head through her hair away from his pants.

“Aw! What’s wrong with you, Wilder?!”

“You pushed me to do that, Ava. I said stop,” Wilder said.

“But why? You like it when I surprise you with a blow.”

“Liked it.” He corrected.

Her brows raised.

“Is it another girl?”

“What? No! No one could even make me har---” he cut himself off as soon as it hit him.

She crossed her arms. “You were saying? No girl could make you what?”

He closed his eyes tightly.

“Leave me alone, Ava.”

“Why would I? You’re my boyfriend.”

“We’re just flings,” he said and headed near the door.

She grabbed his arms. “So? You’ll be my boyfriend soon. Maybe even my husband.” She smirked.

“Geez, hell no. Ava.”

He removed the woman’s hand