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udrey regretted agreeing to play by Pio’s rules tonight.
She thought it only fair. After all, everything they’ve done on their dates so far have been what she wanted. Her favorite restaurant, her choice of movie, what musical she liked to see. So when he asked if he could call the shots just once, she said yes.
Frustrated wasn’t a word she would use. No, not when she saw fireworks every time she closed her eyes. And definitely not when every inch of her screamed a resounding “f**k yes!” in response to no question in particular. Honestly, she wasn’t coherent enough to find an appropriate word to describe what she was feeling. All she knew was that she already climaxed twice—s**t, thrice—and the only weapons Pio have wielded from his arsenal were his fingers and tongue.
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