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DANTE
I stayed up way too late last night thinking of a certain sweet ass as it wriggled under my hand, Savanna’s blossom scent rising to fill my nostrils, teasing me even in my dreams.
I lost my faith but remained faithful to Lilly.
Devoted to her memory.
A big part of me felt like a real jerk fantasizing into the late hours about a hot little bod. s**t, I didn’t even know how hot it was because she draped it in baggy clothes, as if she had something to hide.
Lack of sleep and blue balls meant I was cranky as a junkyard dog at work the next day.
“The f**k you are,” I snarled into the phone at my cousin, Carlos. He informed me the syndicate planned a switch to an equity form of reimbursement versus the two-point-five percent commission the organization collected from my constructi
