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444 pages, ebook
First published March 13, 2018
I just don’t want you to be one of these women… forty-years-old, and you realize you missed out on motherhood. Sitting there on a park bench, alone, watching the children play. And every time you get up and walk to another bench, that one egg left in your womb rattles like a spray paint can…”
“My name’s not Janny. Or chérie. It’s January Louise Gallimore, and don’t you forget it, you big French douchebag!”
“You’re not really leaving, Xav…?” she asked. “I shall see you soon, my divalicious lady,” Xavier said and pecked her cheeks. “You, Marçeaux, be good to my girl.” “Or you’ll beat him with a cane,” January muttered in Xavier’s ear as she hugged him. “Je t’aime.” “I love you, too, Janvier. Call me. Je t’adore…”
“You have the most beautiful breasts…” he murmured in between kisses and nips. “Oh— oh, fuck!” she shouted, and then caught herself. “They’re… they’re not droopy?” “January, shut the bloody hell up.”
“Am I supposed to be the Dominant partner here, or are you?” he teased. “And don’t get any ideas because you, Miss Gallimore, are not spanking me.”
