Craving My Best Friend's Daddy
There were racks of lingerie, coils of rope, and shelves lined with vibrators in different designs and colors.
“Holy shit,” I muttered under my breath, trying not to gawk too openly.
Bella laughed and pulled me toward the counter where a tall, curvy brunette leaned against the glass. She had bright green eyes, a mischievous smile, and wore a silky robe over what was clearly lingerie.
“Claire!” Bella called, hugging her tight.
“So this is Aria,” Claire said, looking me over with interest. “Cute. Innocent looking. I like it.”
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