There Is No Devil Sinners Duet Book 2 By Sophie Lark-pdfread

How the fuck did he even find one this small? He probably made it himself,
that crafty bastard.
He’s ramping it up again, while I desperately try not to moan in front of the
confused blonde.
“Do you need a doctor?” she says.
“She’ll be fine,” Cole assures her. “This happens all the time.”
That makes no goddamned sense, but Cole is so convincing that the blonde
simply smiles and says, “We have a powder room if you need to sit down.”
Cole puts his arm around my shoulders, leading me away from the perfume
counter, but not shutting off the vibrator.
I turn into his chest, holding him for support, hiding my face against his body
as I start to cum. My legs shake like an earthquake, my arms wrapped tight
around his waist. I’m making a muffled groaning sound.
When it finally passes, I gasp, “Turn that damn thing off!”
Cole complies, though I can feel him shaking too—from laughter.
I look up at him.
Cole is illuminated with the purest, brightest amusement I’ve ever seen. It
lights up his whole face, making him beautiful on a level that awes me.
I can only stare.
Then I start to giggle as well.
Maybe it’s the rush of dopamine, or maybe it’s the fact that for the first time,
Cole and I are laughing together, at a secret that only we share.
“Why are you so awful?” I snort.
“I don’t know,” he says, with real wonder. “I only want what I’m not
supposed to have.”
Me too.
Nobody wanted me to be an artist.