Page 120 of Waiting Game

Maybe not ever.

My heart stutters as she presses her lips to mine in a soft and lazy kiss, humming her satisfaction and murmuring, “Can you feel us? All sticky with each other?”

Jaw working, I rumble, “This is what heaven feels like.”

She wriggles from side to side again, making my sensitive dick twitch until I hiss and put a stop to her ministrations.

With my eyes locked on hers, I cup her chin. “When you decide to let me back in that pussy, baby, I’m going to make you beg for my cum.”

Her pupils turn into pinpricks. “I can’t wait.”

Mia: Cupid got the all-clear!

Cole: Woot! I know the place to celebrate too.

Mia: Where?

Cole: Katz’s diner.

Mia: You know it’s not for ‘cats,’ don’t you?

Cole: Duh.

Cole: But there’ll be leftovers. Cats like meat, don’t they?

Mia: Lol, of course. They’re apex predators!

Cole: Then we’ll have the pastrami on rye for her.

Mia: I’m sure she’ll appreciate the sacrifice. Haha.

Mia: I’m so relieved.

Cole: I’ll bet! Me too.

Mia: She’s got to take her usual arthritis meds and an antibiotic. Thank God. And I have to keep an eye on things I leave around the house so this won’t happen again.

Cole: <3

Cole: I’ll see you later?

Mia: You sure will.

STAR’S ADMINISTRATION FALLING AT THE FIRST HURDLE?

BY MACK FINNEGAN

Rumors of tensions between Gracie Bukowski and Allan Bradley were confirmed today during a New York Stars’ public practice when the head coach called a grueling session of bag skating.

The old-fashioned method has long since caused discord among devotees—some claiming it’s great at managing the egos of multimillionaire players, others stating it’s a legal form of ‘corporal’ punishment.

Upon discovering the team being put through some admittedly brutal paces, Ms. Bukowski blew up at the Stars’ coach.

Twice, she called his name, and twice, he ignored her. When she whistled to gain his attention, the entire practice stopped, and Bradley continued to ignore her until she clambered onto the bench and outright roared his name—in full view of everyone in attendance, including the press corp.

Cornered, he had no choice but to storm over to her and, as he did, proceeded to call her an expletive that isn’t fit for publication.

The feud between them came to a head when she ordered him to stop the session and he refused, spitting words at her as he physically crowded her. Only the fact that she was standing on the bench gave her a height advantage over the taller man. That was when she grabbed a hold of the pen he wears around his neck, dragged him to her, and, loud enough for everyone to hear, stated, “You either do as I say or you lose your job. Got it?”

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