“You should know, Mae, since you’re wearing my jersey, it’s yours for the rest of the season,” I say lowly, and she lifts an eyebrow, intrigued. “Is that so?” she asks, and I rub my thumb across her pulse point. Her breath catches, and she looks down at where we’re joined. “I didn’t realize there were jersey wearing rules.” “I’m making my own rules. If you put on another guy’s jersey, I’m going to have to take it off of you.” “That sounds like it could be fun.” Her eyes twinkle, and she smirks. “I’ve always liked a challenge. Now that I know how to rile you up, I might have to see just how far
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