Chapter 48
CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
Rue
I’m on the edge of sleep after my fifth orgasm of the morning, Hugo at my back and Cosmo at our feet, when he says, “Who would your one phone call from jail have been to?”
“Mmm.” I stretch and pretend to think about it. “Pell, probably. He’s got the best infrastruct—”
There’s a growl and a pounce and a displaced dog, and I finally fall asleep after my boyfriend gives me orgasm number seven.
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