Vesper “Good.” He kissed me again, deeper, slower this time, like he was savoring the surrender. My blouse buttons gave way under his fingers. The fabric slid off my shoulders and pooled on the floor. His hoodie followed, then his shirt, revealing the hard planes of muscle marked with old bruises from the ice.We moved toward the bed in a clumsy tangle. I pushed him down first, straddling his lap. He groaned as I ground against him, hands gripping my thighs. “Fuck, you feel good.”I rocked against the hard ridge in his pants, chasing friction. “This doesn’t change anything,” I whispered, even as I reached between us to work his belt open. “Tomorrow I still have to manage your mess.”“Tomorrow can wait.” He flipped us suddenly, pinning me beneath him. The move was smooth, powerful hockey player strength on full display. He peeled my skirt and panties down my legs, leaving me bare. His gaze raked over me, hungry. “Look at you. So damn perfect. And all mine tonight.”I should have argue
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