Nope, not happening.
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I groaned as I turned over in bed late Sunday morning. The sunlight was brighter than I needed it to be, and I had a headache for some reason. I stretched, my spine popping as I arched my back. I collapsed back on the mattress and scratched my crotch.
I looked over to see Bessie lying on the smooth chest of the sleek, nude body next to mine, and I reached out to…
Wait a damn minute.What the fuck? Sleepiness disappeared as I bolted upright and stared at the still-snoring figure of none other than Monty Mabuse next to me. How the hell did he end up here?
Confused, I ran a hand through my messy hair and couldn’t help but notice how lusciously debauched he appeared in daylight. In clothing, he was hotter than hell. Naked, there were no words. Well-defined muscles lay at rest, his legs hairy, his cock half-hard…He made me drool, but that didn’t answer why he was in my bed.