He squeezes my breast gentler than his expression shows he wants to. “After that night, I kept telling myself to leave you alone, that I shouldn’t want you like this. But one taste and I was an addict.” His thumb brushes over my tightly peaked nipple, and I groan. “Tell me to stop now, and I’ll walk back to the house, take care of this ache in my balls, and fall asleep. I’ll buy you a boring vanilla vegan shake at Ruben’s when the team gets back from Jersey, and you can tell me what a douchebag I was to think I could have the Eleanor Rhodes beneath me, and I’ll sit there and take it like a
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