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She shakes her head and laughs. “The only time I ever want to see a grown man on his knees in front of me, Nate, is when his face is between my legs. So no, I don’t want you to beg me.”
“Ask me nicely. Let me show you how much I like it when you’re nice.” “Why would I do that when I don’t like you?” Her words are strong, but her delivery is strained and wispy, giving her away. “You don’t have to like me to scream my name, Anastasia.”
“I’m heavy,” she mutters as my arms scoop under her legs and around her waist. We leave Brady and Shithead behind us as I start the walk toward the locker rooms, where the first aid room is. “Shut up, Anastasia. You’re not even half my warm-up weight.”
