Memphis (Three Kings #2)

Chapter 42

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A fter a week, he was weaned off the ventilator again, and when I walked into the room to see him during the next visiting time, he was alert, greeting me with a wide grin.

If I was a crier, I would’ve dissolved into a puddle of tears right then and there. Instead, I rushed to his bedside and rained kisses all over his face.

“You look so much better! I could suck the skin off your dick right now,” I whisper-screamed.

He softly chuckled, “I’d rather you sat that pussy of yours on my face.”