Reed woke up hard. What the f**k!
What the f**k!He hadn’t done that in years. s*x with Miranda had been good, but it had trickled down the last few years. So, his johnson had been able to keep his cool, knowing no satisfaction would be coming soon.
Now seemed to be a different story. His c**k had the impression that fun was on the horizon.
Again, what the f**k?
It was Saturday. He couldn’t go to the office to avoid her. That would be obvious––time to work on the outdoor projects that had been piling up.
He threw on an old T-shirt and shorts and made his way to find coffee. He passed Iz’s door to see it closed. She’d likely sleep until noon. Dinner the prior night had gone without incident, and the conversation flowed as it always had, to his relief.
Reed wrote out a list over his eg
