Page 59 of Flipping the Script

“Thanks,” I said grudgingly.

“No prob.” He leaned a bit heavier on me.

“Are you done using me as an armrest?”

“Depends. Are you done needing me to save your ass?”

I didn’t need to look at him to know he was smirking.

“Fuck off.”

It wasn’t the most creative comeback, but he wasn’t wrong. He’d saved me in the woods when he intercepted McKenna, and he’d done it again just now with that random.

I hated that I needed him to step in and save me at all. It gave him an advantage and something he could hold over me.

“Do you really want that?” He tugged me closer to him, tucking me up at his side like we were prom dates. “Who knows who else might mistake you for that guy.”

Every muscle in my body went taut, and my nerves crackled to life. His tone was teasing, but there was an edge under it I couldn’t place.

“Seems like you need me to protect you,” he continued, his voice conversational.

Would it be too childish to stomp on his foot? Probably.

“My hero,” I gritted out.

He put his lips next to my ear. “Relax. You look like you’re about to kick me in the shins and run away.”

“I was actually contemplating stomping on your foot and running away.” I forced my muscles to relax and leaned into him. “This is so weird.”

“You’ve had my dick in your mouth, and you think having my arm around you is weird?” He chuckled.

“You’re enjoying this way too much.”

“Maybe.” He pressed his palm against my chest and lightly rubbed it in slow circles. “It’s fun making you squirm.”

“And what if I want to make you squirm?” I asked innocently, shifting closer to him.

His low chuckle was as hot as it was annoying.

Not bothering to look around to see if anyone was paying attention to us, I slipped my arm behind him and squeezed his ass.

Fucker had a nice one. Big and full and round. Not quite a bubble butt, but close enough to put my own flat ass to shame.

The groan he let out went right to my dick. I’d been rocking a semi since our weird stare down on the dance floor, and my cock went to fully hard in about two seconds flat.

Whatever. He’d started it.

Feeling greedy, I did it again.

He pulled me in front of him, settling me so my back was against his chest, my ass nestled against his crotch. His arm was still over my shoulder in a proprietary hold, his palm pressed tight against my pec.

This time I reached back with both hands and cupped the full globes of his ass.

“You like this.” I squeezed hard, kneading his flesh in my hands.

“So what if I do?” He rocked his hips and dragged his cock against my ass.

“You’d look good bent over and ready for me.” I massaged his ass, my grip way harder than I’d use with anyone else.

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