Beau’s POV
She had left me there, hard and wanting her. It was frustrating. Marina made me aroused all the time, I couldn’t help but want her as often as I did.
I drifted off to sleep, annoyed and plotting how we could make Pamela regret being cruel to my minx. It was between sleep and consciousness that the idea came to me, as did Marina.
Creeping into the room, I felt her pull the blanket over me. I couldn’t help but think about how this woman is the picture of perfection.
Morning came with it a phone call from Declan. “Sir, the necklace is done. Should I bring it over?”
Groggily, I responded, “Yes, but I need you to pick up a form-fitting black dress oh and book tickets to a Broadway play.”
“Yes, sir. Does this mean I’ll receive a few additional hours of free time doing this?”
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