THIRTEEN
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She watched TV in the bedroom for a while after completing her paperwork and returned some emails from Brodie’s laptop, which was security protected up the wazoo. No one would be able to trace her email origin from that machine. After that, she took the opportunity to soak in the tub before wrapping herself in the blankets on the warm bed.
Zara had no clue of the time when she stirred to the taste of liquor-flavored kisses and his heavy hand resting on her pubis while his fingers massaged her c**t.
“Come on, pretty baby. Wake up,” he mumbled on her mouth and his weight covered her when she turned onto her back.
“Baby,” she grumbled and tried to clear her throat, but his tongue coaxed its way into her mouth. Surrendering to the inevitable, she dug her nails in and ret
