“You know what I think? I think you were in here with your hand down your pants, thinking about what it felt like to have my tongue in your mouth.” I lean in, dropping my voice to a husky whisper as I press my lips against his ear. “I think you were in here wishing I’d show up and put you on your knees, feed you my cock till you were choking on it. I think, Dimples, that you kissed the big bad quarterback you hate so much and realized you wanted more
