Forbidden Thighs & Filthy Fingers

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My heart was hammering so hard I could barely hear the conversation around the dinner table. Nick, my boyfriend’s cousin and the same arrogant bastard from my classroom, sat directly across from me, his piercing green eyes never leaving my face. Every time I shifted in my seat, my bare, soaked p***y rubbed against the leather chair, sending fresh jolts of shameful pleasure through my body. I was dripping. Literally dripping. My juices were sliding down my inner thighs, and I knew if I stood up too fast, it would be obvious. Jake’s mother smiled warmly. "So Nick, how are you settling in? Selena is studying the same major as you. Business Administration with a focus on Finance. What a coincidence! I'm surprised youreo haven't met yet." I tensed instantly, my fork freezing halfway to my mou

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