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Score’s bedroom door was open the following morning. Walking past it without going in was t*****e. The temptation alone warmed her, which gave her a better appreciation of his rules.
Wondering about how she’d ever get any work done after they did have s*x, Shyla came up with question after question. How would they tell Beeks and Fish? Would they share a bedroom or keep their separate spaces?
Two of three of her men were present. Fish’s waffles were cooking; she figured he’d want juice too. She poured some for him and took it to where he was seated at the kitchen island.
“Do you have any tattoos?” he asked her, taking the glass.
“No.”
Twisting around in his stool, he looked to Beeks who was, as always for that time of day, working on the dining table. “You got any Beeks?”
“Yeah, a
