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RUPERT
Sweet Jesus, her p***y was paradise. It was going to be even harder now to convince her we were over.
It was for her own good, but she’d never believe it.
“Look, Ivy, I…” my words trailed off, and I froze in uncertainty of what to say.
“Oh, I get it,” she said, stepping abruptly into her panties, not at all exhibiting the behavior I expected. “That was an employee-boss exchange only. Your discipline just got a little out of hand. Pun intended.” She pulled her dress over her head and snapped it down into place. “It didn’t mean anything.” Her palm swiped at a non-existent spot on her chest, as if to rid it of something unpalatable.
Her agreeable acceptance of my plan left an inexplicable void at my center, which I sought to cover up by saying, “I understand it hurts, but it’s
