Page 4 of Hooking a Hottie

“You know, the policy on touching? That’s mostly for gross and ugly guys. You don’t meet the terms.”

“I’m also a hockey player,” I said. “That technically means I can do whatever I want.”

“Oh, is that so?” Sparkle asked. “I think the final decision is mine to make.”

I touched her face, breaking the rules. “You’ve already made that decision.”

“You’re one of the sweet ones, Henry,” she whispered. “Touching my face. That’s cute.”

Sparkle reached up and touched my wrist.

She pulled my hand away from her face, moving it down.

Down.

Her fingertips and mine, touching her chest, inching down.

She guided me to her breast.

My middle fingertip flicked against her nipple.

She groaned.

Sparkle reached up and grabbed for the back of my neck.

Oh, wait until I tell Rome this story.

He’ll be so proud of me.

“I have two of them, you know,” Sparkle whispered. “Don’t leave one hanging. Literally.”

I slowly smiled.

I reached up with my right hand and cupped her large left breast.

Sparkle put her head back and let out a long groan of relief.

My cock twisted inside my jeans.

I was feeling this moment so much - with a stripper - that my right leg began to vibrate and tingle a little.

But then it stopped.

I almost laughed out loud when I realized it was my phone vibrating.

A text message.

I assumed from Rome.

That would be typical Rome.

To put me in a position like this, then start to text and annoy me.

My thumb stroked across Sparkle’s left nipple.

My phone vibrated a second time.

I sighed deep in my throat.

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