Yield
Mickie B. Ashling
November 2018
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Sami
lifted Jay’s chin with his forefinger. “Tell me.”
“I
went to a club and one thing led to
another….”
“And
you ended up in a dumpster?”
“More
or less.”
Sami
frowned. “What is wrong with you?”
Jay
worried his lower lip, tearing off the scab. A bright bead of blood seeped
through and Sami wiped it away with his
thumb, smearing red streaks down Jay’s chin. Blood continued to ooze, and Sami
bent to lick the wound. The metallic taste flipped some internal switch, and his
cock stirred. Reluctantly, he pushed away before his kink took control of the
situation.
“Don’t
stop,” Jay begged, pulling him back.
Sami
shrugged him off. “Get away from me.”
“You
said we were a match made in heaven.”
“More
like hell,” Sami clarified. “I don’t care how good we are in the sack. It’s
your fucking conscience messing with this relationship. I’m tired of fighting
an invisible enemy, one who only exists in your warped brain. You want to be
God’s little helper, go ahead. I’m not going to stop you, but don’t expect me
to open my arms whenever you want to get plowed. Make up your mind and live
with the decision.”
Jay’s
arms encircled Sami’s waist. “You know we’re meant to be together. I wouldn’t
have been put in your path if it wasn’t part of God’s plan.”
Sami
drew in a deep breath. “You’re driving me nuts with your religious references.”
5 ***** review from Goodreads (add to your TBR shelf)
So a priest and a sadist sit beside each other on a plane... yeah, it isn't the start of a joke. DAYUM!
Just sayin'... this is freakin' HOT!
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