Ink on Fleek

Ink on Fleek

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Meet Sissy Foote, owner of the hottest wellness spa in Atlanta, Georgia. She's navigated her way through a series of personal setbacks and a few minor dramas to become one of the most sought after business leaders in town. Sissy finds herself on the edge of making another huge leap as an entrepreneur, and is struggling with her decision. Ink On Fleek is the story of a successful woman at a turning point in her life. Let's go behind the scenes at the hottest wellness club in Atlanta, Georgia as it launches itself into a new decade of opportunity, fun, and excitement. *Disclsimer - The following story includes real world places and people woven into the rich tapestry of the author's 100% fictional world.
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|STEAMY ROMANCE| 18+ "Oh, how bad I want to corrupt you, ruin you. But you're not ready for that." As much as I want her beneath me, writhing, begging me to stop. There is a time and a place for all that, which now is not the time nor place. A blush forms on her cheeks as she looks away. I put my finger under her chin and gently lift her face. "Look at me, my love. I want to see those beautiful cherry cheeks of yours." I love how responsive she is to me. Seeing her blush and shy away from me is one of my favorite things about her. "Stop, Ansel," she giggled. "You can't just say things like that and expect me to remain unfazed". I find it amusing that she is completely unaware of the power she has over me. God, if we didn't have to leave, I would've shown her what she does to me. "I'm not going to apologize, my love. You make me want to give you the world, yet corrupt that innocent aura you have. Let's go, darling, we are going to be late." I take her hand and guide her to the passenger side of the door, opening it, allowing her to climb into the car. Walking to the drivers' side, I get in making sure she is buckled, before buckling myself. Once I see her buckled, I start the car, putting my hand on her thigh. When Emory Miller attracts Ansel Dubois' attention, things are destined to happen.

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