Built For Me (Middleton Hotels 1)
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“Excuse us,” Jacob said. “We’re going to the house. Have a good and productive work day,” he added with a wink.
We left knowing this was the beginning of the new generation. “I love you, Jacob.”
“Harley, you’re all I live for. Come, let’s go to the house. I feel like reliving our favorite locations before we head back to Texas.” We’d made love all over this town over the years, but all the firsts were amazing and completely memorable.
“Yes, sir,” I agreed, feeling like a young girl again. We weren’t that old, but we knew that we weren’t spring chickens.
“Sir? You make me sound old,” he said, grabbing his heart.
“Not too old for me. Take me home, Mr. Middleton.”
The End.