Page 7 of The Rivals' Touch

He chuckles, and the sound does funny things to my body. I discreetly squeeze my thighs together beneath the table. He’s such a fucking dick; I should stab him in the eye with my fork.

“I’ll be jerking off to that fantasy tonight.”

When I first placed the meat on my tongue, the flavor made me close my eyes and moan, but now…

I swallow it down. “Gross!”

“I bet Bennett will love watching you cheer for me.”

My fingers itch to slap him. “I will never cheer for you!”

“But you will. You see, I plan on ruining Bennett’s life. First, I’ll steal the title from under his nose. Then his ‘High School Basketball Player of the Year’ award. And then I’ll fuck his girlfriend!”

My clit throbs at his dirty words. I lean in, ignoring how fucking nice he smells. “You’ll never fuck me!” Then I rise from my seat and leave the room. I’m not Legacy, or any of his loyal groupies. I’m someone he can’t have.

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