Page 6 of Dirty Roxie
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“You bet your tight little ass, I am.”
“You think my ass is tight?” I joke.
“Mm-hmm.” She licks her lips, making my dick jump in my pants.
“Squats.” Standing to demonstrate. If for no other reason than to rearrange my pants.
“It shows.” She wiggles her eyebrows. I have to stop myself from laughing again. Even though I want to. Because if I laugh too much, I’ll enjoy myself. And if I enjoy myself with Roxie, I’ll like her. If I like her, I won’t want her to leave when this is all through. And if she doesn’t leave when this is through, I’ll kill her.
One way or another.
Because this partnership will have to end. Even if it means her demise.
