ands braced against the cold ceramic sink. Her cheeks were
trem
nce. Even though she'd wanted to. Even
asn't just l
was
alway
e ghost of Hunter's mouth-and her stomach twisted with
... he wa
re
didn't know
one
him. Not the coaches who watched him ska
th Hunter Grayson since
red to "train" her-when he'd whispered promises of touch and fire and power-sh
e what he wanted...
-
achers of the rink, watchin
ere off. His
hell was
t. Too sweet. And n
ht. Still see the way she looked at him when she b
e didn
ought she was training for some mystery man.
as desperate to please was al
ched hi
losing
her phone
ck room. 9 p.m. Be
art st
ped on
n:
her way past shelves and dark corners until she reached the quiet back room where Hunter was a
word, her black skirt
ctions," he said wit
lway
ragged over her body, and so
u trus
th caugh
f I hur
es
aw fl
d gi
around her waist. She melted into i
red, lips brushing her e
trailed up her thigh, brush
d. "You'r
. "I can't stop th
de him
or a s
did yo
after the lessons. At
gers ti
ked, voice suddenly harder, "
tated. "
epped
say hi
ips p
ce said e
say it,"
can
y n
... I'm
in, his body pre
doesn't fee
no
ritted h
w she was talk
o hear her beg for the one thi
he said roughly, "and if he doesn't take y
tears. "What if he ju
make sure i
o the library wall. The shelves behind them s
d her skirt slo
trust
es
her slick folds, then be
ht," he whispered, "but I am go
ees bu
een her legs, coaxing, teasing, circling. H
't m
ob
tness, building her slowly toward the e
knuckle to
red. "Let him hear th
d, body c
just before
sto
ed into
ou keep s
first orgasm to be wh
ned, ey
rst time, she
mo
thing they hadn't said poured into that kis
art, she whispered, "I
er f
ha
ant
d split
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