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“Colt,” Rose groaned, closing her eyes as her head fell back down to the pillow.
At this rate, she’d be lucky if she made it to the clinic before noon. As it was, Colt seemed determined to make sure she never left the bed again.
Colt chuckled darkly as his tongue lapped at her c**t, eliciting another breathy moan from her as her fingers gripped the sheets. The man was relentless when there was something he wanted, and he wasn’t above using all the weapons in his arsenal to get his way.
“I love it when you say my name like that,” he murmured against the apex of her thighs, his knuckles brushing against her core.
Rose couldn’t keep her back from bowing off the bed as he entered first one finger, then a second, gently stretching her tightness. His lips closed over her c**t once more a
