“Sit down before I spread you across this table and eat that pussy for breakfast.” Evie’s face blooms with color, but she meets my stare head on. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Hart.” She smiles sweetly before flopping down in a chair beside Mateo. Mateo barks a laugh. “Looks like someone could go for another round. I didn’t fuck you good enough, buttercup?” “Oh, you did,” Evie giggles. “But I want what I want.”
