16
IVY
My body shivered with a delicious sense of wickedness when Gigi asked, “He painted your p***y with chocolate and licked it off?” Her lips parted in surprise, her luminous eyes widening in wonderment.
“Shh. I’d prefer to keep it between you and me if you don’t mind,” I said, eyeing the meal selection at the Pinup Paradise Diner. “Jesus, they made this menu for cowboys who work sixteen-hour days in the field. We’ll need a gym membership to keep this up.”
It was our day off after our second week at The Ranch.
We settled into a routine co-caring for the littles. When our charges got rambunctious in the art studio, my friend tuckered them out on the roller rink. When too exhausted to skate, they returned, applying glitter and stickers to every surface.
I rested my chin on my hand a
