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Whisper spent most of dinner that Sunday fighting to keep Zaid’s hands out of her skirt beneath the table. Even when she stood up, he wasn’t shy about sliding a hand up the back of her thigh to grab and grope her ass. At bedtime, her refusal to give him head gave her a glimpse of what astounded really looked like.
After that moment of shock, like he couldn’t believe she was actually refusing for real, his lips curled. Pride shone through his feral smile, flooding her system with a potent shot of adrenaline. Fueled by that power, she almost ran over to his bed to launch herself on top of him.
But Whisper stayed strong and swayed her tush into her room, blowing him a kiss over her shoulder before disappearing from his view.
The whole next week ended up being much of the same. Playing
