IF YOU'RE LOOKING FOR TROUBLE, YOU CAME TO THE RIGHT PLACE.
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I have been avoiding Austin.
Austin Butler. Who was buried deep between my thighs not so long ago—
"Fuck... You feel, incredibly good, baby."
—doesn't come down to reception as often as he used to. I think he regrets it.
Of course he does. He was drunk, remember? Drunk Austin doesn't even know he's Austin Butler...
I shut my eyes tightly and breathe in-
"Good morning Ottie!" Holly walks in, red bottoms hitting the tile flooring like she's trying to start an earthquake. "Did you sleep well?"
Not really...
Things have been on my mind, and by things I mean—
(THAT NIGHT)
His thumbs are at my crevices. They dip into where I fold and come out slick and wet. Then he licks them as his eyes never leave me. He has me caught in a trap.
I've been frozen ever since he unbuckled his belt and pulled down his boxers. He told me he wanted to have me, and he's doing just that. Poignant grunts emerge from his throat every time his hips roll.
I struggle to hold my legs up, and Austin notices the way I'm cramped up on the table, so he squeezes the back of my thighs and lifts them even more.
