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“Don’t mention it.”
Damn Lexi for making herself so likable. It would be so much easier if she were some Hollywood snob, thinking herself better than everyone else. But she’s so damn sweet and down to earth.
Midway home, Lexi points off to the lake. “Hey, would you mind pulling over?”
“Pulling over? We’re five minutes from home.”
“It won’t take long.”
I veer towards the lake. “Won’t take you long to do what?”
“Park.”
I obey, and we sit for a moment in silence.
It’s like torture, wondering what’s on Lexi’s mind, knowing I shouldn’t care.
“Remember how we talked about role-playing?”
Like I could ever forget.
I swallow hard, trying to dislodge the knot in my throat.
“Yeah, uh, that was quite a conversation.”
She looks at me with a playful glint in her eye.
“I want to pretend like we’re in high school. That you’re the football quarterback and I’m a cheerleader. You’ve just scored the winning touchdown, and I’m excited to celebrate your victory.”
What a coincidence, because that’s exactly the same game my dick wants to play.
I let my eyes rove her body. “And just how are we going to celebrate?”
“Like this.” Her hand goes to the buckle of my belt, carefully pulling the length and sliding it out of the prong.
I’m stunned, unable to move as she pops open the button and pulls down the zipper.
My cock throbs with inhumane need to claim the sexy vixen attacking my pants so suddenly. It’s all I’ve been able to think about for days, and it’s turning out better than I could have dreamed.
But it doesn’t feel right.
I grab her wrist reluctantly. “This is not a good idea.”
She pouts. She freaking pouts, pleading with those big blue eyes of hers. “But you just scored the winning touchdown.”
“This is not the role-playing I had intended.”
She bites her lip, tilting her head to the side. “Please…I never got to have this.”
She didn’t. She’s been working since she was four, never having a real childhood. Men took advantage of her—old fucking men that should have been protecting her. She never had these special, carefree moments.
I release her wrist, threading my fingers through her blonde hair. “Let’s see how well you handle a spirit stick.”
Lexi burst into laughter. “What?”
“It’s a cheerleader thing. I thought you were supposed to be in character.”
She pulls at the waist of my pants and boxers, freeing my raging erection from its confines.
