Dirty Shifts
But I caught that tight-ass grip on her shoulders and the tension of a bitch who just got slapped with the reality that she ain’t the only one who can take his attention.
I lingered in the hallway a second longer, chest rising fast, nipples still tight and aching against the thin fabric, clit throbbing with every damn step like it had its own heartbeat. The dance with Ryan had me lit up, Vicky’s bullshit only poured gasoline on it. I needed air, a stiff drink, or something, anything to kill this edge before I combusted.
I pushed through that “Staff Only” door and slipped into the narrow back hallway. Darker back here, away from all the lights—storage rooms, quick-change spots, corners where
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