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Then, I stormed across the main room of the clubhouse and went right to her room.

Her laughter fell freely from her lungs.

And every thought I had in church suddenly vanished when I slid my dick into her welcoming heat.

Chapter 2

Sutton

I laughed at Marjorie, the client’s hair I had just set rollers in, “I’m telling you, girlie, you make them fall in love with your taste, and then you talk about a wedding nonstop. They will get the hint. Eventually.”

“But what if you don’t believe in marriage? Then what?” I asked her.

She looked up at me and snapped, “A beautiful woman like you doesn’t believe in marriage? That I don’t believe.”

I giggled, “I do. But what if I didn’t? What would you tell me to do then?”

“You slip arsenic in his food and make it to where he never wants to go anywhere, and then when he’s at his most weakened state, you tie that fool to your bed.”

I laughed.

Since Marjorie was my last client of the day, and it was a Tuesday, I made plans to grab Imperial and watch the newTwistersmovie.

Glen Powell had nothing on Irish, but he sure was good to look at.

Where Glen Powell had dirty blonde hair, Irish’s was a deep brown.

Almost the color of dark chocolate, and it was so soft.

He kept the sides trimmed down to a two, but on top, it was long and thick.

He had grey eyes. But his grey eyes were so unique in that they had little bursts of lilac in them.

They were undoubtedly my favorite feature of that man.

He was tall, too. Standing at six foot one, I loved it every time I stood beside him because he towered over me.

He was lean in some places but not in his arms or his thighs.

At just the mention of those powerful thighs and what he could do with them, my pussy clenched.

I shook my head and got back to work on Marjorie’s hair.

Two hours later, I was walking into the clubhouse when I was snagged around the waist.

My body started to tense up until I caught the scent of the man.

And then I smiled, and my body relaxed.

“Good day?” He asked.

I nodded.

He lifted a brow at the bag I held, “What you got?”

I smiled and said slowly, “Imperial.”

He groaned, “Please tell me you got enough for me too?”

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