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"Can’t we do so more fun?" His eyes devoured

"How can we do anything if you don’t untieat straws

He smirked "There’s lots you can do without your hands"

He caed as he ran a finger over

"I’ve been awfully nice to you, haven’t I? If it weren’t for ht noant you so bad, baby"

I tried to hold it together "If you want ive me to the Blackwells?"

He frowned "It’s a lot of et?"

"I knohat you’re trying to do, and it’s not going to work"

"It’s not?"

Riley wiped sweat from his brow "No Trevor’s the pack leader; his word is final I’ to take his turn later"

His turn? Bile rose in my throat

"I still don’t understand how the prince could let you leave his sight--if you were irl, you’d never leave ain and I whi intense

"I’d like to do this better, but I won’t get another chance"

I panicked as Riley undid his belt with one hand, his other hand like a vise around et far

"Please don’t do this," I begged, hoping to get to that decent part of hi to have a chance to get with a girl like you again I can’t waste it" He an to slide down his jeans

Shaking uncontrollably, I tried to speak "I’irls who actually want to be with you, don’t do this"

He froze "Who actually want to be with lared at"You want to be with me, baby, and I’ll show you why" His hand that had been nearI tensed

The rooe crash reverberated "What the hell?" Riley pulled his pants back on, refilled the air