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“I have never clai all those tabloids you read,” I replied, plunging ers into her deeper than before

Shearound e, but I refused to let her go I slowed the teer out and then the second She whimpered at the loss

Oh, how I loved that sound

It was like a drug to me

She drew in a shallow breath, unable to speak I sht where I wanted her

“What if soirl who fucked Kane Hawkins in a hallway”

I brushed the hair froht? You do want to fuck me”

“Yes” She paused “No,” she said, averting her eyes from my stare “Yes”

I took her hand, threading e room

“Are you serious?” Her eyes widened

“Baby, you s I never joke about: football and fucking”

She bit her lip in that sexy way again as I pulled her into the roo table on one side that was stacked with takeout boxes On the opposite as a tower of shelves overfloith silverware, salt, pepper, napkins, and beer pilsners

The other space was filled with cases of beer and kegs I looked at the table It would work

I locked the door

“Right here?” She looked skeptical