A Taste of the Bratva King
Marcy Leea little less conversation a little more touch my bodyi can't sleep until i feel your touchin love with my roommatei want to be with him so bad
"Dark roast, two sugars, splash of cream."
His eyes light up as he accepts the cup, genuine gratitude warming his weathered features. "You're an angel, Tamara. Absolute angel."
"Just trying to keep you functional." I settle into my chair, powering up my computer. "Though I have to ask— did you even go home last night? Because that's the same shirt you were wearing yesterday."
Jason glances down at his rumpled button-down and has the grace to look sheepish. "Caught red-handed. There was that armed robbery case from Tuesday, and the witness statements weren't adding up, so I figured I'd just—"
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