She took a second look at him, at his fancy tailored suit. Dark gray with pinstripes. Oh please, like shed really believe he was a dom at all? Gabrielle Anderson. Are you sure youre Master Marcus?Why would you think Im not Master Marcus? he asked. Well, good grief. She waved a hand at him and kept the duh from slipping out. Just in case he really was Master Marcus. Maybe he hadnt changed yet or something. The suit? Where are your leathers or latex orbiker jacket or vest? And black? Did you forget to wear black?He stared for a second, as if shed turned into a drooling idiot, and then simply roared. Deep, full laughteramazing coming from someone who looked like he should have a stick up his ass.
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About Cherise Sinclair, Make Me, Sir
Cherise Sinclair, Make Me, Sir.