The Fated Mates
As Roman takes off the rest of her dress, she raises a brow, laying on her desk in just panties and a cloud of irritation.
"This isn't fair," she mutters, unwrapping her legs from around his waist, and kneeling upon the desk.
He smirks as she unleashes her claws on her right hand, dragging them down the middle of his chest and shredding the shirt.
His eyes darken as she runs her hand along the panes of his chest, a smirk on her face as she unbuttons his shorts.
Booker is having what sounds like an asthma attack in Roman's mind.
I can't believe this is finally happening, Booker howls, and Roman bites his lip, his eyes never leaving Avery.
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