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“I’m gonna walk Caro to the library,” he says casually. “Back in a few.”
“Sure,” Raffe says. “That’s completely plausible.”
“If a few turns out to mean an hour and we bail, you want us to put your stuff away?”
“Yeah,” West says. “Thanks.”
He pushes me out the door with his hand on the small of my back.
We near the staircase at the end of the hall. “Where are we going?”
“Up,” he says. “Ladies first.”
I climb, thinking we’ll go to the second floor, where there are empty music classrooms. But when we get there, West slips his hand between my thighs, cups my pussy, and says, “Keep going.”
I climb some more. Throbbing.
What’s on the third floor? Offices, I think. Does he have a key to an office? Or maybe we’ll end up in one of the bathrooms, locked in a stall—not sanitary, but he’s got his hands all over my ass and I’m breathing so fast, way too excited to care where we end up as long as it’s somewhere, soon.
The landing. “Which way?”
His hand on me again, the ridge at the base of his thumb drawing a line of pressure back and forth along my slit.
Every muscle in my legs melts.
“Keep going.”
“That isn’t possible.”
He squeezes, and I close my eyes against the hot slick pulse of it.
“Up.”
I stagger upward. At the top of a short flight, I stumble into a door. West dangles a key in front of my nose.
“The roof?” I ask.
He spins me, presses me into the door, and kisses me so deeply, with so little warning, I just about black out.
Can you faint from the combination of three and a half flights of stairs and the deep and unrelenting desire to be fucked?
It seems likely.
His thigh moves between my knees. His hands grip my waist and lift me up, and I can’t do anything but dissolve all over him, take his mouth and his grip and his hard heat, the beat of the pulse in his neck where my hand rests, the moan he makes when I find his cock through denim and cotton and rub my hand up and down, tracing the length and shape of him with my fingernail.
“Right here,” I say. “Please.”
“No.”
“Please.”
He lowers me and backs away. “On the roof.”
“Open the door, then.”
He pushes me aside, unlocks it, and drags me behind him.
“Why do you have a key?” I ask.
