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IVARSEN'S POV:

She stops me."I want to ride you."

I try to unzip my pants, but disappointment is written all over Indie's face. "What?"

"Nothing." She bites her lip as she plays with her hair, flipping it.

"What?" I gritted my teeth, my patience running thin with her.

"When I said I wanted to ride...I meant your face."