Page 36 of Rush (White Lace 1)


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Heat flushed across my skin and I sunk deeper into my seat. The theater-style classroom was a welcome benefit today. No one knew I squeezed my thighs together in need. No one knew I was picturing Max’s lips on certain places of my body that weren’t suitable for public discussion.

The fact that he elicited a physical reaction when he wasn’t even near, well, I just didn’t know what to do with that.

“Thinking about me?”

I whirl

ed around, and speak of the devil, here he was. Beautiful and sexy. No one had ever made a classroom chair look so good.

“What are you doing here?” I whispered.

He had offered to help me complete the list, even managed to check off three items in three days. But something still nagged at me that I was fooling myself. That a man like Max could never want to spend time with a girl like me.

“How did you even find me?”

“Jade might have mentioned where you were.” He leaned forward, his spicy cologne engulfing me, scrambling my brain cells. “I went to the admissions office. I can be pretty persuasive when I want to be.” He winked.

I had no doubt. That one-million-kilowatt smile and forbidden charm was too much for any woman to deny. Unfortunately, I was learning that the hard way. Last night, I had been just like the rest. I had handed over my panties, all size medium of my sensible cotton thong, and let him claim them.

“I thought we weren’t meeting until four-thirty?”

Someone shushed us from farther down the row. I looked back at him and pressed one finger to my lips. He held up his hands in defeat and sat back.

“I have to listen.” The exam for this class was in less than a month.

I turned back to face the front of the classroom. Although I couldn’t concentrate knowing Max was behind me. I felt him. His larger-than-life presence. His sexiness. All billowed behind me.

I felt a tap on my shoulder and a piece of paper was thrust in front of me.

I grabbed it from his large hand and opened it. Scrawled across the page in blue pen was:

I want you

I sucked in a hard breath. Immediately my nipples pebbled. I clutched the paper against my chest, doing my best to hide the evidence of dirty talk.

I had sunk even lower in my seat. I didn’t think that was possible, but I was putting contortionists to shame right now. I could simply ignore him. That’s the only thing I could do.

Less than a minute after I’d turned my attention back to the front of the class I felt another tap. I could just shove away his hand and not read his note, but I didn’t want to.

I grasped the paper and opened it.

Watching you concentrate is hot

I stifled a giggle. I was giggling. This was so weird. The girl sitting three seats away from me was eying Max then looked over at me with a dirty look. I don’t think I’d ever get used to women looking at me like I was inferior. That the very fact I was talking to Max was a cardinal sin.

Just wait until people find out you let him shove his hand down your pants.

I dropped my forehead to my palm.

I’d never participated in dirty talk. Although it wasn’t an item on my list, who said I couldn’t add new experiences of my own. Having Max talk dirty to me was at the top of that list.

I picked up my pen and replied back.

I’m listening

I heard him chuckle behind me. If I didn’t entice him enough to have sex with me at least I could make him laugh.

My prof droned on, and I chewed on the tip of my pen, doing my best to pretend I was listening, because pretending was all I could do.

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