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2024-10-29 19:42:56In the morning, Calvin woke his wife up with a kiss to her cheek. She turned, her eyes fluttering open as her lips stretched in a smile. Her nipples were erect. He leaned down, claiming her lips as he toyed with them.
“Baby,” Angel moaned against his lips. He pulled back to smile down at her. “Hey.”
“Hey, sleep well?” he asked.
“Very well,” his wife replied. She pushed herself up, about to pull the sheet over her nakedness, but he grabbed it. She pouted. “Don’t you have to be at work already?”
“Yes, princess. But I promised to take you to the hospital, didn’t I?” At his words, Angel nodded. Calvin also wanted to have a word with Lance, to be sure if his suspicions were right. And there was one more thing to ask his wife. “The publisher that approached you. What name did you give them? Your pen or real name?”
“Pen name,&rdquo
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