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“Yeah. We are.”
“You’re gonna graduate early, and then go to Columbia next year?”
“Yeah, well I’ve taken three runs at my senior year. Turns out I knew enough of the syllabus to pass all of my exams with flying colors.”
Beth mulls on this, looking terribly awkward.
“And you? You’re going to be modeling?”
She purses her lips, wrinkling her nose. “Yeah. For Givenchy. Perfume and make up mostly.”
“That’s really cool. I hope…I hope it makes you happy, Beth.”
“Yeah, thanks. And likewise. With Columbia. And…Theo.”
“Thank you.”
“Anyway. I guess I’ll see you around.” Beth leaves, her heels clicking against the stone tile as she goes. It isn’t until she’s vanished through the mahogany doors that I hear him clear his throat.
Theo.
He’s been waiting for me.
He sits on the other side of the stacks in a leather armchair, slouching so badly that he’s almost horizontal. His feet are kicked up, resting on the edge of a table. On his chest, a thick book is splayed open, the pages ruffled like a fan. His eyes flick to me, a small smile quirking up the corners of his mouth when he sees me.
My body hums like a struck tuning fork when I seehim. He’s fucking incredible. Gone are his long-sleeved shirts. He wears short-sleeved shirts now, his ink on full display, even though it’s the dead of winter and Toussaint isnotthe warmest of places. The grey shirt he’s wearing tonight is much tighter than anything he used to wear. I just stand there and take a moment to appreciate just how damn hot he is. The man is made of sin. He shouldn’t be fucking legal.
“Enjoying yourself?” He arches an eyebrow at me cockily.
“Immensely.”
Closing his book, he drops it to the floor beside him. “Come here,” he commands.
“Oh, I don’t know about that. We’re in averypublic place.”
“You’ll get your ass over here and sit on my cock if you know what’s good for you, Sorrell Voss.”
We’ve been making up for lost time ever since we came back to Toussaint, and I’ve loved every last second of it. I’ve had Theo’s fingers (not to mention his dick) inside me in some seriously scandalous places. The library’s one place we haven’t fucked yet, though.
He holds his hand out to me, gesturing for me to go to him. “I’m getting impatient.” Holy mother of Mary, his voice is rough as raw silk. “I’m not leaving this place until I’ve made you come all over me in this chair, Kid. My dick’s been hard as fuck since I snuck in here.”
I take one teasingly small step toward him. “Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah. And you’re gonna milk it with that pretty little pussy of yours.”
Another tiny step. “I don’t know about that.”
“Lift up your skirt,” he demands.
“Someone could come in.”
“We’re leaving tomorrow. Who fucking cares? Lift. Up. Your. Skirt.”
I raise it just an inch, toying with the hem line. “Like this?”
He smiles at me, slow and suggestive, his eyes shuttering until they’re half closed. “Am I gonna have to get up and deal with you? Are you gonna make me?”
“Maybe?”
