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ARIELLA
I’d have bet my a*s the most exciting thing to happen all year was finding a dude on the beach who looked dead as a doornail. But to have Eric in my bed, torching my body and making my pleasure his priority…I counted that something of a miracle.
When I fled Briarville three years ago, I’d given up every hope of having a normal life. Yet here I was, after a night spent dreaming of toe-curling orgasms, next to the c****x Whisperer himself. The best o****m I could ever have imagined changed my life. Waking up next to the man who gave it to me? That was just icing on the cake. A cake covered in gleaming skin and rippling muscle.
He gathered me to him, smelled the top of my head, and growled out an affectionate whisper of, “Morning,” as he kissed the top of my head.
I had two tho
