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“I hate you,” she panted, chest heaving against mine before my palms caught it, kneading the soft swell of her, until I loosened a button or two.
“I know,” I hummed, lips finding that spot below her ear that made her stifle a moan. I pressed closer, slotting between her thighs and thanking gods I didn’t believe in that our uniform had no tights as my palm skated up her bare leg, slow and torturous.
“This is—nngh—the last time,” she warned, half-moan, half-shudder as I sucked another bruise on her neck, replacing the old, fading one.
Not if I have something to say about it.
I smothered a chuckle in the valley of her breasts and undid more buttons, until a sliver of lace peered up at me, pale blue this time, and my thumb found a hardened nipple right underneath.
“Yeah, okay,” I lied, since we were both lying through our teeth.
Unless some unspoken horror befell one of us, I wasn’t sure how the fuck we were going to stop. And by the way her hands tugged at the hem of my shirt, slipping under and scratching my sides, she privately agreed. Very privately. Which only made it more delicious when—
“Ahh, n-no,” she moaned, head lolling backwards despite her words as my mouth locked around a nipple, sucking harder than was wise, but the arch of her spine told me she didn’t mind at all.
“Shh, someone might hear,” I hummed on her skin, which of course drew out another moan, because she was as twisted as I was.
“I hate—that you’re keeping me a secret,” she whined, clamping a hand over her mouth and peering down at me, eyes glazed over as I lifted her leg and hooked it around my hip, bringing us dangerously close.
Nothing but a scrap of fabric separated us.
I bit down on a pained groan and every instinct to rip it off her.
“I know,” I rasped and meant it, gaze locking onto hers for a heartbeat, before my eyelids snapped shut as our mouths collided again. Hungrier. More desperate.
My hands speared into her hair, fingers snaking through soft, silky strands, pulling her closer, tilting her head so my lips could plunder hers better.
Our hips rocked in tandem, each slow drag making my stiff cock twitch in my pants, until I struggled to remember why I wasn’t supposed to touch her.
Her heat seared through the thin layers of clothes and I ached to know if she was as wet for me as I imagined, as my tongue licked at her soft moans and longed to sink lower.
“Then why?…” she half-whispered, half-groaned as I pulled back in an effort of restraint and rested my forehead against hers, both of us panting hard.
“Because if I’m seen with you—”
In a blink, she stiffened and planted her hands on my chest, fingers digging in hard enough I winced—or maybe it was her expression that did it.
“I see.” All heat bled from her voice.
“Not like that,” I groaned, frustrated with her, with myself, with everything. “The woman we ran into…”
An undisguised flash of something passed over her face, hurt or disappointment, I couldn’t tell, but I lowered her leg off me and pressed on, dick deflating instantly.
“She was an arranged date. One of many. My mom has a fuckin’ list.” I dragged a hand through my hair and pulled back a little, shoulders stiffening again.
“A list of… prospects?” Her brows drew into a deep frown and a shot of relief hit me.
Maybe we can understand each other after all.
“Yeah. And right now, they’re letting me off the hook… because I’m studying hard.” I sighed. “To beat a certain, stubborn someone,” I added with a soft chuckle and the ghost of a smile.
Her own lips remained pressed flat.
“So if they see you with me…”
She reached the wrong conclusion, but I didn’t have it in me to tell her it was because it was her. Because that day she’d squared her shoulders and told me to “fuck off,” she’d turned a rusty, forgotten key in the ignition of something that had been lying dormant. Because she would never make it onto one of my mom’s lists, but she’d made it onto mine—and I had no fuckin’ clue what to do about that.
So I only nodded, throat bobbing as I tried to coax the painful dryness out without much success.
