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Chapter 12: Hits and Wedding Dresses

"Just...let me touch you, Ivy. I've missed you," Aaron murmured, planting kisses on her forehead, her temples, her cheeks, her nose, and his lips crashed into hers with aggressive demand and his tongue darted on when her lips parted to protest.

"Ron--"

His hands circled her waist, pulling her closer, and he grounded against her, letting her feel his hardness.

"It's been so long. This dress tormented me all day," he murmured against her lips, hands moving from her narrow waist to cup her ass. He squeezed tightly and Ivette staggered back, falling unto the couch. "Couldn't wait to rip it off you."

She felt ill. Goosebumps eroded her skin with each touch of his lips. Suffocation. Fatigue. Mild irritation. Disinterest. No arousal. She genuinely wasn't in the mood right now, but Aaron wasn't listening.

"Aaron...another time--"

"Now, Ivy," His words slurred as his hands began pushing off her jacket.

"Aaron, stop," Ivette pleaded when he sucked on
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