Bo
I’m high on the scent of Sloane’s arousal.
She’s sending all the signals, but I’m pretty sure it’s a ruse. Beating me at my own game.
I rock my hips to the music, holding her body close to mine, trying to figure out if her panties are damp where she’s grinding on my leg.
I want to f**k her senseless.
That part isn’t new.
The part I’m really fighting right now is the desire to kiss her. I’m trying to figure out what she would do. Whether I play it off as more t*****e, meant to embarrass her in front of her school, to punish her for her lies, or whether I kiss her for real.
The way I want to.
Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, my debate is interrupted by the call for homecoming royalty to take the stage.
When they call Sloane’s name, I cup the back of her head and pull her mout
