Dear Ex, Your Father Fxxked Me Better: Filthy Shorts
She gave him a cool, detached smile and shook her head.
“One fuck was enough. I just needed to get your son’s betrayal out of my system.”
She turned toward the door, but Gideon rose fluidly, shirtless, his powerful torso gleaming under the low lights, black pants hanging dangerously low on his hips, the deep V-line and trail of trimmed blond pubic hair on full display. He caught her wrist, pulled her back, and firmly pressed the key card into her palm, closing her fingers around it.
He cupped her face and kissed her one last time — slow, deep, and claiming. His tongue slid possessively into her mouth, tasting her, owning her for a moment longer.
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