Page 39 of The Stud

Fills you with something you can’t walk away from…something you don’twantto walk away from…something you wouldn’t ever hesitate to chooseevery time.

Tapping the tablet screen is immediately mimicked by her doing the same on her phone. “God, we look so good together.” Another click from her occurs. “So natural. Normal.” One more. “We’re perfection.”

“Which is the enemy of progress.”

Her arm dramatically drops back to her side. “I don’t get it.”

“It’s a Churchill quote.”

“I’m not religious.”

I roll my eyes in exasperation and peel her Samurai sword grip strength off my bicep. “Have you seen your sister?”

“Not if I can help it,” she snips at the same time she snatches the object out of my possession.

“Does she not get to vote?”

“No.”

“But shouldn’t she?” Tossing a two-finger wave at Potato walking by occurs between comments. “Afterall, sheisan integral member of this organization.”

“She’s a nobody.”

“She’s a somebody.”

“She’s unimportant.”

“She’ssuperimportant,” I practically growl on a step closer. “To this franchise. To this team. Andto me.” Irritation obviously narrows her vision pushing me to add. “She is irreplaceable unlikeyou.”

“Then why is it you had no problem replacingherwithme,yet can’t seem to replacemewithher?”

It’s my turn to glare.

I never meant to fuck her instead of her sister.

Hooking up with Arden was always the goal.

Has alwaysbeenthe goal.

Will alwaysbethe goal.

Not just because I wanna see how fucking perfect she looks coming on my cock, but because I wanna see what a fucking beauty she is before I bounce for pracky.

How gorgeous she is whether she’s choking on my dick or downing her first cup of joe.

How loud she gets from my hand between her thighs or hot water running down her back.

Arden Hoss isn’t just another broadskie I wanna bang.

She’s theonlybroadskie I want formorethan just banging.

And I would’ve told her that this weekend at the event had she not fucking bailed like a duster that unexpectedly got called into play during conference finals.

Spotting Hoss’s right-hand man passing by leads me to calling out, “Khurana, where’s Hoss?”

He doesn’t even bother slowing down his stride to strike, “Where’s the slut you went skinny dipping with?”

Wow.

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