Page 51 of Bump and Run

“It was, actually.”

“Bottom of the ninth?” she asks. “Bases loaded?”

“That’s baseball.”

“I know. I’m just fucking with you, Junior.” She sits down on the edge of the stage, her bare legs dangling down beneath the hem of her skirt. “So, what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be out celebrating with the other jocks?”

“You know why I’m here.”

She raises a quick brow, playing up the innocent coyness in her tone. “You’ll have to be more specific.”

I stop in front of her, just barely easing between her legs. “I’m here to fill that smart, little mouth of yours and you’re going to swallow every drop of me.”

“I never agreed to that part.”

“You will. You will because you’ll want to… because you’ll like the taste.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, and speaking of taste…” I lay my hands on her thighs. “Tonight, I’m finally going to find out what you taste like.” She exhales softly, her breath warm with lust. “I’m going to eat you like no one ever has, like no one ever will, and by the end of it, you’ll be mine.”

“You sound very confident about that,” she whispers.

“I told you I’d make you scream my name, Ellie,” I whisper back. “I meant it.”

I raise a hand to the nape of her neck and she leans into my touch as I pull her forward to claim her lips. She shudders with the kiss, parting her mouth to massage my probing tongue with hers.

She lays her palms against my chest and adds pressure to push me away as my other hand travels beneath her skirt. I pull back and we both take a deep breath.

“Stop pretending you don’t want this…” I hook my thumb into her panties, “and spread your legs—”

“Not here,”she warns, guiding me back again. “This room has really good acoustics.”

“Then where?”

“I can’t believe I’m about to say this…” She heaves a thick, reluctant sigh as she slides off the stage.

“Where’s your van?”

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