Where The F*ck Is She

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~Connor~ I kept my eyes on Lily. That girl would be the death of me. The f*****g end of my sanity. And the worst part? She didn’t even know it. She was walking around this yacht in that little yellow sundress like she wasn’t a ticking time bomb for every ounce of restraint I had left. That neckline was too low. Her t**s bounced too much. Her thighs were too soft and her lips were too damn shiny. Every time she bit down on that bottom lip, I wanted to grab her by the neck, bend her over the railing, and f**k the innocence out of her until she was crying for more. She didn’t have a clue what she was doing to me. Or maybe she did. f**k if I knew anymore. I took a slow sip of my drink, the condensation dripping down my fingers while my eyes followed the sway of her hips. She was l

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