Chapter 15

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Ivy

But what if I wanna be a brat?

"Are you imagining me and Liam together? What if I was sitting on his lap-" He pulls my hair harder.

"You don't wanna do this."

Oh, but I do.

I've never seen Aaron so worked up over something, and I can't help but find it amusing.

I study his features as he sits there in front of me; his eyes, his hair, his furrowed brows. He's just beautiful.

Suddenly, the seat reclines all the way back, and Aaron switches me to the bottom, me now laying under him.

"You like Liam, huh?" he asks.

"So much."

"Okay, tell me more." But, he makes it very difficult to tell him more.

My eyes feather shut as he slowly moves himself along my core, both of us breathing heavily.

I can feel the pent up frustration in his jeans, and for all the annoyance he's caused me, I pull his hair.

"Liam," I say out of pleasure. I hear Aaron grunt, and a smile stretches up my lips.

He deserves the torture. 

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