“I can beg all night, Jos.” “Don’t you have a game tomorrow?” “What does that have to do with anything?” He pulls back, staring down at me with dark hooded eyes. “Beg if you want. I still won’t care.” “God, you’re such a—” His jaw tics, eyes darker than they’ve ever been. “I’m a what?” My pussy clenches. He cups the side of my neck with both hands, his lips just an inch away from mine. “A fucking brat. So stubborn. So frustrating. So hot…”
