FourteenIvin’s POVI’m slipping and it’s fucking bad!. Grant has to see it, the way my hands fumble the wheel, the way I miss the turn by half a second too long. He doesn’t call me out though but y could feel him watching quietly and letting me stew in it.Nalayna is wrecking me. She gets under my skin like nothing else ever has. She annoys me until my teeth ache, pushes every button I have, tests every scrap of patience I’ve got left. So why the hell am I sitting here imagining her tied to my bed, wrists and ankles bound tight, thighs forced apart while I work her with my mouth until she’s shaking, coming again and again, that sharp tongue of hers finally breaking into something desperate?I want to hear her beg. Want her to stop fighting long enough to plead with me to let her finish, to take her hard, to let her wrap those lips around me and—“Ivin!”The shout snaps my head around. Grant is staring at me, eyes narrowed, equal parts pissed and entertained.“You almost took us int
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