When the Field Met Me

When the Field Met Me

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Jimmy leaned back, all careless grin. But his hands-those traitors-clenched and unclenched against the table. I pretended not to notice, though my mind wouldn't stop running its quiet commentary, the way it did during a chess match when a player's bravado cracked.
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I gasped as his other hand slid down to my waist, his grip tightening, pulling me into him until I could feel the hard press of him against me. My breath hitched, every nerve on fire as I responded, my hands finding their way to his chest, desperate to feel more. His lips left mine for a breathless moment, but only to trail down my neck, the warmth of his mouth sending shivers through me. " Warned you," he growled, his voice low and thick with desire. "Mature content +18"

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