“I’m impressed by how desperately you need to pretend to have a boyfriend. So desperate that you’ll even lower yourself to your knees for me, beg and crawl…whatever I want from you, right?” His breath prickled against my skin; he was so close. His hand ran through my hair and then trailed down to circle my throat. “You’ll put on that tiny cheerleading skirt you used to wear in high school, the one that made all the boys stare, and climb on my lap, bare-assed, while I play video games with my friends, or watch a hockey game, no matter who’s watching?” His fingers gently squeezed my neck. “Then
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