Page 83 of Text Me Baby One More Time

“Remember that ice cream you made me drivewayout of my way for?”

“You mean way out of your way to the store that’s on the way to your apartment? Sure, I remember.”

“Wanna grab it?”

“I can do that.”

I pull my feet away again and this time he lets go.

“But I get the mint chocolate chip!”

I haul myself off the couch and dart for the kitchen.

I don’t make it far.

Those damn baseball player reflexes have him on me in seconds, wrapping his arm around my middle and hauling me into him.

“Nice try, shithead.”

“Let me go.”

“And give up my favorite ice cream to my arch nemesis? Not happening.”

“Arch nemesis?” I pout. “I thought we were friends now.”

He loosens his hold at the fake sadness in my voice and I try to wiggle away.

It’s no use. He’s too strong and not dumb enough to fall for my shit.

He shifts around, and that’s when I feel it.

“I’m sorry, Shep, but is that your dick poking me in the ass right now?”

“Yes,” he grunts as I push into him. “Fucking quit or I’m going to…”

“Going to…what? Kiss me again?”

Without warning he spins me, crushing his lips to mine. His tongue plunges into my mouth, twisting around my own, kissing me like he’s never kissed me before.

My body sags against his and he uses the opportunity to lift me up. I wrap my legs around his waist, his dick sliding against all the right places as he carries me over to the island in his kitchen.

He drops me onto the counter, his mouth traveling down my chin and over my neck. He sucks and kisses and bites and I’m certain there will be marks on my skin tomorrow.

I don’t even care. It feels too good to care.

Everything with Shep just feels too good.

His hands on my body. His lips on mine. Just being around him.

It’stoogood.

Which is why I can’t help but give in, even when I know I shouldn’t.

It’s why I don’t push him away as his hands trail up my legs, my thighs, and dive under the shirt of his I’m wearing, why I don’t run when his fingers brush the undersides of my tits. If he’s surprised to find I’m not wearing a bra, he doesn’t show it.

It feels good.

Toogood again.

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