Crave Me, Daddy’s Good Girl
His touch was firm yet gentle.
She whispered softly, “Independent.”
A slow, dangerous smirk curved Xavier’s lips. He stepped closer, closing the distance between them until she could feel the warmth of his body. He leaned in, burying his face in the crook of her neck, and took a slow, deep inhale. “You smell so good,” he murmured against her skin, his voice husky. “What cologne do you use?”
Veronica’s breath hitched at the intimate gesture. A small smile played on her lips. “You wouldn’t know it. It’s quite an unpopular brand.”
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