His Achilles Heel
Give a guy good head and he'll give you the key to his mind.
"Hey Fiona, busy night?" Ratchet asked huskily, not objecting as she made her way behind the bar. She slithered her supple curves against him as she reached to grab a glass, pouring the whisky Brax had a preference for, while replying, "Not busy enough, come find me later, I'm feeling a little horny." Fiona teased with a grin. Judging by the instant tent in his pants, Ratchet was successfully distracted. With the deftness of a magician she stuck her tongue down Ian's throat, at the same time dropping a small tablet into Braxtons drink. When Fiona pulled away, Ratchet could barely form a sentence, much less have the presence of min
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