Dirty Games Off Ice
Her nipple was so hard against my fingers and I rolled it, pinched lightly, listening to the way her breath hitched and she pressed into my touch.
She tried to talk through the kisses, words tumbling out messy between us. “I thought… I thought you were straight, or maybe just not into me, and every day I’d see you with those idiot boys and it killed me a little, you know? Like why her, why not notice me more?” Her voice got higher when I squeezed a little firmer, and she interrupted herself with a moan that she tried to swallow back. “But today you’re staring me down and spanking me in the hall like you own the place. What the hell, Nancy? Tell me straight.”
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