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"Oh, Sandy did that I printed it out, and he saw it, asked to put it in so I didn’t realize he’d left it in here," she said

"Where is it froain

"Like last Septeust We’re outside of your work," Tate told him

"Who took the picture?"

"I don’t know It was online"

"Seriously?"

"Yeah You’re an ’international playboy’, paparazzi loooove you," she teased hirunted

"Fuck off"

"It’s true," she pressed He frowned

"I don’t like people taking pictures of us," he grue towel still wrapped around her ’?" she asked with a laugh He didn’t quite knohat shestupid You’re part of my life, I like to keep that private Other people aren’t fit to witness us," he snapped She s at him, and his satanic heart skipped a beat

"You are so sweet soht, fine then Don’t look at it," she snapped, reaching for the frame He held it out of her reach

"No, I like it," he said She stretched across his chest, clawing at his arm

"Apparently not, all you’ve done is bitch about it," she gruotten way too lippy lately Don’t think I haven’t noticed Refer to ain, and I’ll teach you who the bitch around here really is," he warned her, but he shed as well, swinging her body the other way, till she was al for the picture

"I’m not scared of a little bitch like you, bitch, so quit bitching and just -,"

"Da over on top of her "Always s I don’t want to do"

"Das I don’t want to hear about," she teased back

"Shut the fuck up If you want pictures, I would be happy to take so her toay frorab a ca to his arms

"Clothed, Jameson," she told him He pushed her hands away, rolled her onto her stomach

"I don’t want pictures like that," he said, his voice low as he ran his hands down her back Dug his fingers into her skin She groaned and stretched underneath him

"What kind of pictures would you like?" she whispered He pulled her hips into the air, ran his hand up between her legs

"This is a particularly nice angle for you," he coainst his touch

"God, you’re like a ers worked their way inside of her

"A robot," he chuckled