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I clap my hands together. “That sounds like a brilliant idea.”
Noah wipes his hands on his apron, giving me a sideways glance. “Sure, but maybe we could get coffee after class on Thursday?”
“Bold move,” I almost growl.
His cheeks turn red. Good. Whatever expression he sees on my face has him backtracking. “Or, uh, maybe some other time. I’ll see you in class, Nina.”
He sprints out of the studio, and I watch the door swing shut with a smug grin, but it falls when Nina pierces me with a look. This girl could rival Coach Watson’s death stare. But unlike Coach, Nina’s glare gets me a little hard.
“So, you and Noah, huh?” I try to keep my voice calm, but it’s difficult when I’m still thinking about Nina and Noah-fucking-potter-boy together, hunched over a wheel.
They’re a better match because they’re the same age, but I'm not sweating the age gap anymore. So what if I'm older? Big deal. She's got a way of making me feel like a rookie again.
“We’re in the same sculptural ceramics class.” She presses the pedal, spinning the wheel faster. “That’s all.”
“You fucking him?”
“Every night,” she deadpans, molding the clay.
My girl’s such a bad liar. “Do you scream my name when he makes you come?”
She scowls.
I give her my best smirk. “Actually, on second thought, there’s no way that boy is making you come.”
“I thought you told me to find someone else?” she challenges.
“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about.” I narrow my eyes. “Turns out, I’m not very good at sharing. In fact, I’d say it’s one of my worst qualities.”
“You’re the only one I want, Rhode.”
Hearing her admit that douses some of the fire in my chest. “Good, because I want you all to myself.”
I stalk toward her and straddle the pottery bench behind her, kneading my thumb over the back of her neck since her shoulders look a little tense. She sucks in a sharp breath, scooting her ass backward so it hits my dick.
I tug her ponytail so she’s forced to look back. “Careful, there. Watching you work is a big turn-on, so keep doing that and I’m going to have a massive problem in my jeans.”
“Oh, massive, is it?” The little fox shoves her ass back right against me, wiggling so my cock stiffens in my pants.
I rub my hands up her bare arms, making goosebumps pebble on her skin. “Gigantic.”
“I think your ego’s bigger than your dick. Please tell me you didn’t actually get a piercing because I like your cock just the way it is. No need to change anything for me.”
“Say that again,” I murmur, scratching my stubble against her cheek. “How much do you like my cock?”
She rests her head back against my shoulder. “You already know how much I like it.”
“Yeah? Is that the only thing you like about me?”
“It’s one of many.”
I dip my hand under her apron, checking the door to make sure no one’s walking past the room. At least the apron hides my hand, and I’ll be quick about this since I know exactly how to get my girl off.
I brush my hands over the zipper of her jeans, pressing my middle finger over her center. “Do you want me to stop, or do you want to be a greedy girl and come all over my fingers? Your call.”
I pinch the fabric over her clit, and she releases a moan that makes me even harder. “The second one,” she pants. “Definitely, the second one.”
She’s going to hate me for what I’m about to do to her. “You’re gonna have to say it for me.”
