Olivia’s playful expression is now pinched in frustration. I drag my gaze from her chest to her face. She whips around to face me and her dark hair follows suit, whirling around her sexily before gliding across the top of her breasts. Swiftly, I step out of the way and tap her shoulder. Her gorgeous green eyes flare at me from underneath her thick, dark eyelashes and she smiles playfully before pouncing at me. Determined to prove him wrong, she dons a pair of gloves and climbs into the boxing ring with me. Jackson had bet her a hundred dollars she couldn’t land a hit on me.
It turns out, Olivia is very competitive.
She bounces before me, her tits rising that little bit higher every time she pushes off the ground.
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