“Was it? I didn’t think you’d want him to see me eat your pretty pussy. But if you’d rather I slid this back down, then by all means.” “Wait, what?” “Slide that skirt up over your hips and lie back on the seat for me, Ivy.” I stare at him, doing my best impression of a fish out of water. “Ivy.” His voice is low, almost a purr, and has a direct connection to my clit. “I…Atlas…we just met. We haven’t even been on a date.” “I don’t date, Ivy. I fuck. And I intend to fuck you in every conceivable way, but right now I want to eat you out before we get coffee. And something you should know—I hate
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