Stalked By My Boyfriends Best Friend
I hate leaving a story unfinished.
Practically skipping over, I grab it, flipping through the pages with a smile. Before I can settle in, Dante pulls me into his lap as he sits down in the chair. His strong arms wrap around me, one hand sliding up my chest, fingers teasing my skin before firmly cupping my breast. I let out a small gasp, wiggling in his grip, feeling the tension already building between us.
“Read it out loud,” he whispers, his breath warm against my neck. “I want to hear you.”
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