Dominic Mercer’s POV“Who… the fuck… is that daughter of a bitch?!” Kiera’s voice shows her level of restraint before she goes crazy like she’s always been. “Google?” “Now, you’ll not be sarcastic, babe.”“Tone, woman.” I grind my teeth, exercising just as much patience. My ears are already burning from her nagging. “Don't you dare talk to me about tone, Dominic!” She thunders, eventually losing it. Keeping my cool profile, I sit in my chair, legs crossed at the knees, and my index finger traces the rim of my glass. My eyes skip to the medal, the one whose eyes and nose and lips now oozes her wetness.Fuck.I stiffen a groan, fighting to keep my emotions tucked in my pants. It's how easily I swerved from arousal at how she ground her pussy on my supposed face… drinking too much alcohol than I needed just to keep my arousal in check, and the swing to pissed off mood when Kiera barged in… And now, seeing her wetness all over the gold, and remembering how her body reacted to my pre
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