“Boo-boo, Boo-boo,” Oscar chants as Angel brings the bottle up to his lips.
“First, boo-boo,” Angel chuckles. “Then, it’s time to run a country... and start a family.”
A content sigh escapes my lips as I lean back into Angel’s hard, hot body.
“How does that sound?” he asks, his hot breath nibbling against my begging neck.
“Nothing would make me happier.”
Ain’t that the fucking truth.
Angel and Cat’s story is over… for now.
But they aren’t gone forever!