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It was after one in the afternoon when Adrian woke, still in a foul mood. He showered, grabbed something to eat and flopped down on the couch to watch TV. He flipped through the stations, too restless and pissed to watch anything. He’d let her tie him up, but he was still a guy like that. She barely knew him, but she’d already labeled him and stuffed him neatly in a box. f**k her. He’d never been one of those guys like her ex. He’d never treated a woman like crap for any reason. Until last night.
He dropped his head back against the couch. She’d sucked him off and he’d been an ass. Just the memory of that blow job had his c**k stiffening—her kneeling between his legs, her lips wrapped around his d**k as her eyes stared into his. f**k. He had to stop thinking of her or he’d have
