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“Kitten,” he whispers.
“Yes, baby?” I purr.
“You’re driving me crazy.” His breath against my cheek sends chills through me.
“I am?” I tease, gliding my fingernails up and down his back as he fucks me crazy.
“Mmm, hmm. Goddamn, babe. You’re so hot and wet. Mmm.” His thrusts quicken. His grip on my shoulders tightens.
My climax rises as I move my body in sync with his. I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck.
Our lips smash together. Tongues twisting. Moans and groans going from me to him and back. Suddenly, his towering body stiffens as he buries himself deep inside me.
He growls, “Fucking Christ. Oh, god.”
My orgasm rips through me at the same time, rocketing me to the edge of the universe and dissolving me into pleasure. Lying beneath Jaden’s spent body, I kiss his cheek, trailing my fingers through his hair.
He slides to my side, laying his arm across my stomach. His hand cups my hip as his warm breath tickles my breast. I scoot down to snuggle in his arms. Catching his soft blue eyes, I smile and kiss him.
“I wish this would never end.”
“Me too,” he says and holds me in his warm embrace.
21
JADEN
It’s the first day of my last year of college. The summer was amazing and went by much too fast.
Once Blaire and I reconnected completely, I knew then my dreams were going to come true. Those nights we spent together in Orlando were magical for both of us. She became mine again and I’m never letting her go.
This last year with her as my instructor, and my secret lover, will be challenging for me. I must keep my composure and act like we’re not lovers. I don’t want her to lose her job because of me. She’s the best culinary instructor at this college. She’s Miss Turner and not Blaire while I’m on campus. Even when I see her in the corridors or in one of the many common areas, I can’t call her Blaire. And especially if any of my fellow students are with me, mainly Candace.
Tossing my backpack on the table I share with Candace; I hop up onto the stool-like chair and wait for Blaire to begin class. She sits behind her desk; her golden blonde hair lies in ringlets on her shoulders. The very shoulders I’ve kissed tenderly many times and will kiss again soon.
I hold my notebook in my hands, pretending to make some notes as I catch glimpses of her as she stands to start our morning.
“Good morning, class.” Blaire taps on her desk to get our attention.
“Good morning, Miss Turner,” we reply.
“How was everyone’s summer?” she asks, looking around the room.
My cock twitches when her eyes meet mine. I know she can’t show any kind of affection toward me in class or on campus.
She breaks eye contact and returns her attention to the class.
“Does anyone want to tell us about their summer experience?” she asks.
“Oh, oh. Miss Turner. May I?” Bob’s arm waves like one of those air-filled tall balloons.
“Sure, Bob. Tell us all about your summer.” She leans against her desk, nodding for him to begin.
I do my best to listen to Bob’s story, but my mind wants to think about Blaire and our secret rendezvous we took.
“…The Hotel Imagine in the kitchen during the dinner hours.” My eyes dart to Bob when he says the name of the hotel where she and I had one of our weekends.
I swallow hard and blink rapidly. I search my memory of the times we went there and can’t recall seeing Bob there. I don’t look at Blaire. I can feel her worry when she clears her throat and coughs. My pulse throbs hard in my neck. My body tenses.
