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Marcus
Gripping the edge of the table, I watch the little redhead fly out of the restaurant, her curvy ass swaying from side to side. Even in the shapeless woolen coat, her small, lush figure is unmistakably feminine… and bizarrely sexy. I’ve never particularly liked curvy women, but the moment Emma came up to me, my hormones shot into overdrive and my c**k turned rock hard.
If I hadn’t been wearing a suit, it would’ve been downright embarrassing.
As it was, all of my social graces deserted me as soon as I laid eyes on her. With her wild red curls and Salvation Army sense of style, Emma was so unlike the images in my mind—and so strangely appealing despite that fact—that I straight up told her she wasn’t what I’d expected. As soon as the words left my mouth, I wanted to take them bac
