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Her soft lips part. “That’s why you bought out the rest of the night?”

I nod. “And I will again next week, and the week after that.”

“You’re crazy.” She’s panting and her eyes dart down to my lips and back again.

“I’m not crazy. I’m determined.”

“Determined? To do what?” she gasps. “Are you trying to scare the hell out of me, because you’re acting a little psycho.” Her tone is still low, and though she’s saying these words, her body still hasn’t moved from my grip. In fact, she’s leaned into me a little more, which makes me wonder if maybe she sees something too.

“I’m not trying to scare you. I’m trying to protect you.”

She laughs, though I guess it’s facetious. “Right… protect me.”

“You say it like you don’t believe me.”

“I’m just not sure what there is to protect me from.”

“Everything, Kenzie. The world is a fucking mess. You shouldn’t trust these men. You shouldn’t trust your professor.”

“But I should trust you?”

I suppose that’s fair, considering I am the one who’s stalking her. “I wouldn’t hurt you.”

“What’s the goal here, James? You going to cut me up into pieces and take me home for soup?”

I narrow my gaze. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

She flinches away.

I shouldn’t grip her tighter, but I do. I grip her tighter, lean in, and kiss her lips hard and fast.

The way this is going, I expect her to flinch away, but her tongue meets mine in a swirl of passion that catches us both off guard.

I can’t breathe.

Her arms wrap around me, and her leg lifts up against my hip. I scoop into her thigh and run beneath her skirt, squeezing her thick round ass as she moans against my mouth.

My body moves with a mind of its own and the heel of her hand digs into my shoulder.

She reaches down and strokes my cock, brushing over my jeans again and again as she moans and exhales hot air against my neck. “What the hell are we doing?”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No,” she pants. “Don’t talk. Just keep touching me.”

I palm over her panties and rub the hot, wet core of her frame. My fingers move against her swollen clit, and she moans, gripping tight to the back of my neck.

“Oh my God. The professor is coming,” she whispers low.

I knew I should’ve driven through the building. I’m so close to feeling the inside of her tight little pussy that I can’t stop myself. I stretch two fingers deep inside of her wetness and thrust, shaking the back of the truck with each move.

Her breath shudders. “Oh my God. I don’t want you to stop, but he’s coming.”

I lean into her neck and bite her shoulder, thrusting and pushing over and over again until my fingers are soaked with her sweet juices and she’s aching for relief.

“Everything okay here, Kenzie?” Professor Asshole stands at the end of my truck. I’m not sure what he can see. If he’s an educated man, I assume he can infer what’s happening, which makes it stranger that he’s intruding.

“Yeah,” Kenzie’s voice cracks as I pull my fingers from her slick, wet folds, “I’m good. Just saying goodbye.”

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