“Oh,” she said, seeing his face. “Oh, no. No, babe. I wasn’t with anyone. I haven’t been with anyone since you. I swear.”“Babe?” he said quietly.“Oh.” she repeated, as she clocked what she’d just said. “Is that – is that OK?”“Hell, yeah, baby.” He brought her hand to his lips, planted the softest kiss on her palm. “It sure is.”“So this one day, the day of Scars’ and Zoe’s wedding, actually, when you guys were all up at ranch and I was working, this guy came into Satan’s… and he was my type, you know? Like my type in every way, and he asked Julianne for me to serve his table. I started to walk on over to him – and you know how I do that when I’m flirting.”“I sure do, Vix,” Ice said fervently, remembering countless times when she’d sauntered over to him, her heart-attack-inducing thighs all taut and exposed, her perfect breasts peeking out of her unbuttoned shirt, her sky-high fuck-me-now boots bringing the top of her head to just below his chin. The woman moved like dirty poetry,
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