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Viken Command
Interstellar Brides® Program: Book 18
Grace Goodwin
Viken Command: Copyright © 2019 by Grace Goodwin
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Goodwin, Grace
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This book was written for an adult audience. The book may contain explicit sexual content. Sexual activities included in this book are strictly fantasies intended for adults and any activities or risks taken by fictional characters within the story are neither endorsed nor encouraged by the author or publisher.
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Whitney Mason, Interstellar Brides Processing Center, Miami, Florida
Foreplay was great, but I liked fucking better. A good, hard, make-me-forget-my-name pounding. In my opinion, candlelight, flowers, and whispering sweet nothings were no indication of a man’s God-given talent between the sheets. In fact, those things could be used as a crutch. There was effort there, sure. But there was also money. Tossing cash around didn’t impress me. It wasn’t what got a man in my pants. It was the expectation of a wild ride.
Jaded? Definitely. But I was jaded about everything—and everyone—these days.
But what was happening to me right now? Holy fuck.
Never happened before. Never felt anything like it before. Never imagined it was even possible.
Right now?
Bring on the foreplay!
Hands were on my naked body. Lots of them. Way more than the usual two. They caressed my shoulders, arms, breasts, up my thighs, cupped my pussy. Full-on foreplay. Then there were the whispers. They sure-as-hell weren’t sweet nothings. They were promises.
