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That’s… unbelievable.” I want to say more, but everyone in the class talks at once, clapping, and one guy whistles.

“She will be assessing you and she does have openings for summer internships.”

Without another word, Professor M raises her hands to calm everyone, then sweeps her hand in the air, dismissing us.

After class, I realize I might not have a chance to see Trick for a few days while I finish my project for the deadline, and it’s like all the caffeine in my blood dried up, taking away too much of the energy I’m going to need.

As soon as I get back to my room, I text Pammy.

Me: Favor to ask--two things. First, don’t let Trick go to the team lunch if I don’t catch him.

Second, I need you to go out and be seen in public with him to create some social media gossip and also to give me a chance to work on my design project for the Winter Snow Ball Fashion show without any distractions.

Can you do it? I owe you BIG!

Pammy: Sure thing. No worries. You don’t owe me anything. I haven’t had this much fun in… ever

I smile

Me:

Lying back on my bed, I call Trick, hoping he’s finished with practice and his shower so he can take my call.

He picks up on the third ring. “How’s my favorite distraction?” There’s a smile in his low, rumbling voice. He sounds like he’s trying not to be heard. The eruption of noise in the background confirms that he’s in the locker room.

“It’s a good thing I didn’t FaceTime you.”

“You sure about that? Wouldn’t you love a screen full of naked hockey players?”

“I’d love a screenful of you in your naked glory. Better yet, skip lunch and hide away with me.”

There’s a pause. “Skip lunch? You mean you want me to go without eating a meal?”

I laugh. “It’s a big ask, I know. I’m actually jealous of your relationship with food. What do you say, Trick?” I hold my breath, anticipating our private escape.

He chuckles. “I might be crazy, but it appears that the call of my dick is stronger than the call of my empty stomach, which is now kicking and screaming in a valiant, yet futile effort to win my attention.”

My giggling started halfway through his confession, and my chest clenches so hard around the joy that I might actually cry, wishing the feeling would stay, even as it fades into the past.

“Meet me at my apartment in fifteen.”

“How about ten?”

“I adore you, Trick.” Shit. The words spilled from deep down, below my conscious mind, from where my feelings swirl in their mysterious lair, happy to play havoc with me and my reality. Reflexively, out of some emotional survival instinct, I disconnect the call before I need to explain myself, before I need to hear his response, or worse, his lack of response.

When he arrives, the apartment is quiet, and I pull him into my room as is becoming our habit—or rather our necessity.

“How did you know a mid-day rendezvous is exactly what I needed?” He sheds his clothes as he talks, not stopping after he takes off his jacket and shoes, continuing until he’s naked. I watch shamelessly as bulging hard muscle is revealed and then stare at the gleaming erect pillar of his magnificent cock until my mouth actually waters.

“Why bother with a pic,” he says, his eyes aiming thier predatory gleam at me, his voice gravelly. “When you can have my naked hunky body in the flesh.”

He reaches for me and helps me out of the remainder of my clothes.

“I do… want you, your naked…” I’m too distracted by his hands on me to say more. My earlier unplanned declaration of adoration pops into my head, but the disturbance is fleeting under the sensual onslaught of Trick’s skin against mine.

He wraps me in his arms, and my breasts flatten against his warm hard chest, my nipples pebbling as they drag along his skin. He half carries me to the bed, not bothering to get under the covers, not bothering to close the blinds, not bothering to say another word as he covers my mouth, and I lose my breath, then my mind or any ability to think.

All I can do is feel as the world shrinks to only him against me, touching me, inside me, exploding my world into a million glittering pieces.