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Flopping back with a laugh, I pull her on top of me, loving the way her boobs squish against my chest. “Okay, kitten, give your caveman some sugar.”

“Yes, sir,” she purrs, throwing in a meow that makes my insides sizzle before planting her lips on top of mine.

CHAPTER39

NYLAH

We’ve been secretly dating for a week.

It hasn’t been that hard.

Jolie went home for Thanksgiving, so we had my dorm room all to ourselves for like an entire day before I had to go to my own family Thanksgiving. I desperately wanted to invite Carson, but I still haven’t told my parents about him.

I doubt they want to hear about this superhot guy I’m falling for and how good he is at making me come.

Thank God I don’t have my period this week, because we’ve been going at it like rabbits. He knows what the hell he’s doing, and we have christened every surface in my room and bathroom except for Jolie’s bed.

I like that boy on the floor, against a wall, kneeling on my mattress, or perched in his lap.

He is one hot stallion, and we’ve had a blast trying out a bunch of positions together.

I know I’m making us sound like porn stars right now, but the truth is, all those sexy times are making me feel more connected to him than ever.

He doesn’t just do me and walk out the door. He stays, he holds me. We chat.

That’s how I knew he wasn’t going away for Thanksgiving. Apparently, his prick of a stepfather doesn’t want him in the house. Although, reading between the lines and kind of listening in on his phone call with his mother, I think he probably would have been allowed back, but he used it as an excuse not to go. I should have made him. If I were a good girlfriend, I wouldn’t have been so damn selfish.

But he stuck around, which meant he was waiting for me in my dorm when I finally got done with my Thanksgiving dinner.

“How was it?” he asked between kisses, yanking off my jacket and unbuttoning my shirt as I gave him a quick rundown.

“Yours?” I scrambled to unbutton his jeans.

“Zander’s parents are staying, so it was painful. Sienna’s been stressing, which is making Zoey tense. She’s hitting tantrum territory and had an impressive meltdown in the kitchen. Wily was running late and left in a foul mood, which is so unlike him, and then Zander’s sister showed up with her new piece as well, so it was awkward as fuck.”

I stripped off his shirt, peppering his chest with kisses.

“I couldn’t get out of there fast enough. If I didn’t love turkey and sweet potatoes so much, I would have bailed.”

I laughed, yanking down his pants and quickly freeing his dick. The second I wrapped my fingers around it, he let out a satisfied sigh, grabbed my face in his hands, and made any more talk of Thanksgiving impossible.

That boy can take my breath away.

Just like he’s doing right now.

Gripping his jacket, I moan into his mouth, loving the way I’m boxed in against the wall of the stadium, hidden around the corner with his hands on either side of my head. He’s due at pregame prep any second now.

The Thanksgiving game is always huge, and the crowd will be out in force. If the Cougars win this afternoon, they’ll go to the playoffs. Dad’s reserved seats for my family, and I’m excited for the game. Excited to watch my man kill it.

“Score me a touchdown,” I murmur when he starts kissing my cheek, then nibbles my earlobe.

“I’ll try, kitty cat.”

I open my mouth to protest the variation of my already painful nickname, but he swallows my complaints, his tongue frying my senses as I fast-forward to after the game and the very hot sex I’m planning on having with him.

“Wish we didn’t have to go to the stupid donors’ thing tomorrow night. I want to spend the weekend naked with you.”

My eyes pop open and I lean back to look up at him, loving that idea. But also… I give him a catlike grin. “Can’t wait to see you in a suit.” I wiggle my eyebrows. “You’re gonna be one hot ticket.”

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