by Chloe Cox
Conor wasn’t done.
He slid his hand between her legs and gripped her, from behind.
“But not before you come screaming,” he said.
“They’ll all hear,” Sierra panted.
“And if you take longer than three seconds to spread those legs,” he growled, “I’ll make sure they see, too.”
Sierra bit her lip while she counted to three.
Her Dom was a man who kept his promises, after all.
And she was the luckiest woman in the whole wide world.
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THE END
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Buuuut Conor and Sierra will be back in the next Club Volare Boston book! Sign up for me new releases list
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Love you all. :) ’Til the next book…
Xox Chloe
