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I want a rise out of Tizio.
“You might remember that stuff,” I add.
He gives me a smirk, steps back, and picks something up from the coffee table. A file. He must have come in with a file. “You should get better taste than a wannabe Lothario who sticks his dick in everything. You’re not cool, just predictable. Got one on all the guys in your various classes. Harold G. Burton likes to go by Hazard. And here I thought you were smart.”
Tizio hands me the report.
Heat burns in my veins as fury rises. “You’re jealous.”
“Of Harold? Not in a million fucking years.”
“Jealous because you’re old.”
“And you’re a fucking child, Karlee.” He looks me up and down. “Childish and irritating.”
“And you’re mature?”
“More than you.” He sticks his face close to mine, and my heart zigzags in my chest.
He is gorgeous.
I don’t have to like him to acknowledge that.
“You—”
“Go to bed, Karlee,” he says, the words deadly.
“Or what? You’ll ogle me some more?”
There’s a streak of red that touches his cheeks.
He doesn’t like me, either. But I think he finds me attractive too.
Life’s a real bitch, and so am I.
I’m going to make him suffer.
I grab Tizio, pull him in, and kiss him hard.
Chapter Five
TIZIO
Oh, holy shit. That sweet mouth of hers is softer and hotter than I thought.
Her lips crash into mine as she flings herself against me, around me, and all fucking common sense flies out the window. I’m all about instinct, and I take control, kissing her back, my tongue seeking entrance to the honeyed delights within.
Karlee grants it, her lips parting, tongue coming to meet mine. It’s fire magic. Burning everything in its path. She can kiss, and I want to murder every man who’s experienced this mouth. I want to stamp her as mine, plunder every part of her.
She’s sweet, the right amount of spice, and soft, hot, and wet in the ways that spark dirty, filthy fantasies in me, ones I shouldn’t be having about a college student, let alone my best friend’s kid sister.
But her fingers are in my hair, and her tits I’ve coveted are plastered against me, and she gives as good as she gets. She taunts. She demands all there is, everything I have, and she has no fucking idea what that actually is, what I’m capable of.
I deepen the kiss and dive down into the driving, drumming needs of the moment. I slip a hand into her hair, knotting it around my fist to angle her head. I hold her for me to take and explore all those hidden depths. I hook my other arm around her, picking her up from the floor so she’s on tiptoes, in my control, and I walk her back until we hit the wall.
I’m not fucking done. I suck on her tongue, then kiss a trail down her neck, pausing to suck and bite that soft skin that’s like roses, cloves, and smoke, an insane mix of wanton and innocent, of sweet and sophisticated, angel and devil. Brat and slave.
Palming one of her breasts, I flick over her nipple with just the right amount of force to make her gasp and moan, to bring her hips lifting and pushing into me of their own accord.
