SURFING DISASTER

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RAVEN: The sun streams into our room, and I stretch, feeling the slight ache in my muscles. It serves as a reminder of the fact that I have had s*x two days in a row—rough ones at that. It might be normal for some people, but Dante is big, and I cannot resist him. If he tries to bend me over this moment, there is a tendency I will take him sore. I roll over and find him already awake, leaning against the headboard, glaring at his phone. "We’re going to the beach today," I announce, propping myself up on my elbows. "And you cannot say no to me." He looks at me, his gaze softening just a fraction. "Okay." He doesn’t protest. I grin, wondering what has gotten into the Grinch-looking man who hates fun things. "Finally, a normal couple thing." I press a kiss to his cheek. Then, I spri

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