What was it about this woman that left me feeling out of control? Lack of control wasn’t something I enjoyed, yet here I was, half hard from one short round of banter. In the back of my mind, I knew my reaction to Iris was due to the way we met. My brain had trouble categorizing her as a job when I’d once been on the verge of burying myself between her thighs. That was hard to forget, especially when she tossed around her pinup girl femininity and blatant sensuality like the most delicious candy. Her smart mouth and impossibly stubborn personality should have made her easier to resist, but
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