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QUINCY
There was nothing better than the feel of the stick between my thighs. Okay, maybe there was a different kind of stick that felt pretty good in that location. And maybe only one specific stick I preferred at that.
I would never forget the glory of that one. Long and thick, I barely got my fingers around it. Steely hardness beneath heated velvet. And the guy it belonged to?
A mixture of sweet sin and ruthless danger to both my heart and body.
To the enemy? They never knew the cause of their last breath.
But Chase Berghart, call sign Kennedy because he’s the ladies’ man, wasn’t here.
His talented d**k wasn’t about to sink into my eager p***y.
No, I had a different kind of thrill I was taking for a ride today.
“Returning to base. Heading zero-six-two.” The comms unit built i
