Not that he would realize she’d outsmarted The Estrogen Brigade. As if she wasn’t irritated for missing him all these many weeks while he wasn’t even interested in watching her outsmart three of his coworkers. NOELLE WAVED WITH ONLY the slightest hesitation, as if she wasn’t reeling from the sight of him. His eyes widened, his nostrils flared, and the gold in his eyes blazed. I’m too into the game, and I, uh, need something stronger than beer.” He gave his bottle to a still-scowling Jaxon, pushed to a stand, and turned.
“No!” Hector shouted, then more calmly added, “No, thanks. This’ll only be my eighteenth time to watch it.” Never got winded or acted as if she were hurt in any way. “Even when Siren and Phoenix got in on the action, Noelle never cried. “You know what’s really interesting, though,” Dallas went on when he’d collected himself from the hormone high. Such a strong reaction confused her, made her wonder what the hell was going on inside that head of his. Breathing deeply, he settled his hands in his lap. Then he stiffened and pried his fingers from the furniture. Hector gripped the arm of the couch, his knuckles bleaching. Vulgar language out of that candy apple mouth and spoken in that I’m-already-in-bed-and-without-my-panties voice …” Dallas moaned, as if in pain. Noelle babbled about being willing to do anything to stop the abuse, even showing Kit her tits. So Kit went off on this tangent about how, if Noelle had used the tunnel, none of us were alerted, yada yada, and roughed our girl Noelle up a bit. Anyway, Noelle said she’d used the tunnel.
Kit asked her how she’d smuggled the maid in-the second time. Tattooed, intense, with no apparent softness. Kitten, despite her feline grace, was pretty in the same hardass way as Hector. Girl had the voice of an angelic choir, and listening to her was embarrassingly orgasmic. Siren was plain, average-until she opened her mouth. Phoenix, as delicate and fragile in appearance as Ava, yet she was the one who’d stepped in at the last moment to finish pulverizing Noelle’s ribcage. Phoenix was already here, but Siren and Kitten came to help.” “None of us could bring ourselves to do it, to hit her, you know, so we called in the girls.
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