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I didn’t bother bridging my bag, opting simply to grab my notebook, a pen, and textbook instead, leaving the rest with a brooding Owen.
I needed to be all there for my class, but I stopped caring about it as my thighs slicked against each other with every step, his cum freely dripping down my legs because of my skirt-and-no-panties situation. All through class I felt it, shifting in my seat and hoping nobody noticed the growing wet stain on the back of my skirt. Thank God for black denim.
After class, I practically flew back to Owen’s office. He was waiting for me, his and my bag dangling from his fingers as he leaned against his closed door.
“Good. My car, now.”
I followed behind him, trying not to look like the love-crazed idiot I felt like. We still had to pretend nothing was happening while at school. So, I followed one step behind, then got into his passenger side with my thighs still wet.
“I hope nobody could see the wet mark you left,” I told him once the doors were closed and he started the engine.
He grinned.
“Part of me wishes the whole world would know,” he said, then shook his head.
“But they can’t,” I added.
“Right,” he agreed.
We pulled away from the curb and drove up to his home. The place was as beautiful as ever, but I had a hard time focusing on it when his fingers danced gently against the skin of my thighs as we parked.
“I take it we’re not working?” I asked breathlessly.
He smirked at me, the slightest British accent touching his voice as he said, “it’s safe to assume you won’t be doing anything anytime soon unless it’s on your back or your knees.”
A tremor shot down my spine as my girly parts began to sing with arousal.
“As long as I get a bath afterwards.”
“I’ll bathe you myself,” he assured me, then opened his door.
Chapter 14
-Mia-
I was waddling.
Officially waddling.
When I showed up back at my dorm room after an incredible night and morning with Owen, Clea zeroed in on my bow-legged walk.
“What?” she screeched, throwing her hands in the air.
A bright red flush heated my cheeks as I tried to ignore her, not wanting to talk sex with my best friend, despite how many times she’d talked about it with me.
Sadness panged my heart as the fact settled in that I couldn’t talk about it with her.
“No, you’re not getting away that quick,” she said, pulling on my arm until I was sitting on the edge of my bed, her plopping right beside me.
“You’re doing ‘the walk’ and you just spent the night out of the dorm. You’re doing it. You’re having sex with someone!”
“Yeah,” I blurted, not sure where I was planning on going with that tidbit.
“I knew it! Who? Who got your bones rattling?”
Her eyes were wide and almost crazy as she waited for an answer.
“It’s someone in my class.” I winced, hating lying to her. “He’s just someone in my class.”
