Speaking of shots, I miss another one, which snaps something inside me. I stamp my foot before running my hand along the shiny wooden edge. “I feel like the table is uneven or something.” “Here. Let me help you.” Thor’s voice is low and warm, with just the right amount of gravel to scrape across my skin leaving goosebumps in its wake. “Thor.” My body is alert. Hot and throbbing. Aching for his hands on me, and his dick inside me. Down. Girl. “I didn’t see you over there.” We both know I totally saw him there. I didn’t just see him here. My attempt at playing it cool isn’t working all that
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