CHAPTER 11: ANNIE
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Annie’s panties were already damp when she entered the room where she and Patrick were meeting for lunch. She wanted him and today she’d make her move. They’d done so much already but she wanted him inside her—not his fingers or his tongue but his d**k. The others were great and she wanted those too, but as foreplay not the main event.
“Lock the door.”
“Oh.” She jumped. “You scared me. Again”
“Sorry. I don’t ever want to frighten you.” He flipped a switch and a soft light highlighted the room. He was sitting on the couch. There was a glass and a bottle of alcohol of some type on the table next him. In front of the couch was a closed curtain, concealing a mirror into another room. He looked delicious—his hair slightly rumpled as if he’d run his hands through
