So, without further ado here’s the continuation of Dearly Beloved, picking up in the kitchen with Chris between Renée’s legs where we left him.
Must, fight temp-tation, must be strong.
“What are you doing,” Renée asked, surprised her voice was steady given her trembling, quivering, loins.
He grinned.
Damn, him!
“My neck was starting to hurt from looking down,” he explained as if it were the most rational excuse in the world. All the while he stood close enough for her to know he’d recently brushed his teeth with mint Aquafresh.
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