His eyes darken, going from cinnamon to chocolate in seconds as he instantly understands the sudden change in mood. “Make you beg to get on your knees for me.” My thighs clench at his words, my lips forming an O. “What makes you think I’ll be the one begging to get on my knees?” Cameron’s head darts around, ensuring no one is around, which there isn’t. The other side of the ramp consists of snow and a stack of unused tubes, hiding us from everyone. He crawls over me, his large body covering mine, sending a chill down my spine. He wastes no time, unzipping my jacket and dipping his hands
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