“Don’t you dare—” “Hey, boss. What’s up?” He fucking answered it. Ayden smirks at my pouty face, positioning the phone against his ear and shoulder. Then he kneels between my thighs again and flicks my clit. What the hell is he doing? “No, it’s fine. I’m just havin’ breakfast.” He shoots me a wink, and I furiously shake my head. “Don’t you dare!” I whisper-hiss, wiggling away. He grabs my hip and keeps me pinned down on the bed. With his eyes fixated on mine, he shoves two fingers inside, and I gasp. “Yeah, sure. Gimme twenty to finish eatin’ and clean up. Then I’ll meet ya out there.”
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