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Laughing humorlessly, he puts his fists on the desk and leans over it, keeping his head down. “Oh, right. Fuck me for giving a shit.”
This conversation is going nowhere. It’s only going to escalate until one of two things happen—either he drops it, or I tell him what happened. I don’t see him doing the former, and I’m not willing to do the latter, so we’re at a stalemate.
I storm over to the door, wanting nothing more than to leave, but the second my hand reaches the knob, I stop. My body turns around and my back rests against the wood. I don’t know whether I want to scream or cry. Asher glances at me for a second. He straightens his back and walks toward me, his arms caging me in, his eyes refusing to meet mine.
The only sound in the room is our heavy breathing. He’s so close I can taste him, feel the intensity of whatever internal battle he’s experiencing. Finally, his hand drops down and I hear the click of the lock. His sights finally lock on mine, with pupils blown from pure lust, and the two of us move at once.
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Our lips meet in a bruising, heated kiss, one that makes the night we spent together pale in comparison. All the pent-up aggression we’re both holding is shown in the way her mouth moves against my own. It’s messy, and angry, and fucking incredible.
Reaching down, I grab her ass and lift until her legs wrap around my waist. My tongue tangles with hers as I pull her away from the door and press her up against the chalkboard. The way she grips at my back and tugs at my hair tells me everything I need to know. She wants me just as bad as I want her.
The temptation to fuck her right here is so strong I could choke on it. All it would take is lifting her skirt, moving her panties aside, and slipping inside of her. God, it would be so easy, but I can’t.
Reluctantly, I break the kiss and rest my forehead against hers—panting heavily as I focus on what little restraint I have left.
“I can’t lose control,” I whisper. “Not with you.”
She whimpers slightly and I’m almost a goner when my eyes meet her pleading ones. But this is Tessa. She’s no longer some girl I met in the middle of a night club. She’s not just the girl I had a wild night with. She’s my student. She’s my friend. She’s my Cherry Bomb.
The bell rings and I lower her to the ground, still coming to grips with what just happened. She seems just as confused as I am while she fixes her skirt and messes with her hair. I walk toward the door, but just before I unlock it, I bend down and kiss her once more—because apparently, my mind and my body are not on the same page.
“I’m sorry,” I tell her. “I’ll drop it, but I hope one day you’ll tell me because you want to. Because you trust me enough to let me in.”
She walks out of the room without sayin
g a word, and I realize after she’s gone that for once, Tessa Callahan is speechless.
THE REST OF THE day and all throughout practice, I can’t get that fucking kiss out of my mind. And trust me, sporting a hard-on is insanely difficult to conceal in dress pants. My concentration is shot. The only things I that run through my mind are the sounds she made and the way she tasted—like strawberries and sin.
I get out of my car and walk up to the door, not even bothering to knock even though this isn’t my house. However, the minute I see a girl on her knees with her head bobbing up and down, I realize I probably should have at least warned him.
Colby is in his personal heaven, with his head thrown back on the couch and his hand in this chick’s hair. The beer in his other hand is still cold, meaning he probably has no intention of finishing any time soon.
Dropping my keys onto the counter, they clatter loudly like I intended, and the two of them startle. Colby’s eyes double in size as he grips and harshly rips her off him. He curls into a ball, clutching himself and mumbling nonsense as he rocks back and forth. My brows furrow as I glance at the girl and then back to him.
“The hell is wrong with you?”
He looks at me with tears in his eyes. “She fucking bit me.”
There isn’t a damn thing in the world that could keep the laughter from barreling out of me. I press my hand against my chest in an attempt to gain a little bit of composure, but the second I see the girl still sitting there with a sheepish look on her face, I lose it all over again.
“Sweetheart, you should probably go.”
She nods at me and stands up. “Call me.”
“He won’t,” I answer for Colby, since he’s still muttering a bunch of nonsense and worrying about his favorite body part.
Once she’s gone, I pull the blanket from the back of the chair and throw it to him so he can cover up. The last thing I need is to see more of Colby’s dick. We’ve been best friends for years now. Trust me when I say that I’ve seen it enough.
As he calms down, he narrows his gaze on me. “You’re an asshole.”
I chuckle in response and raise my hands. “Hey, it’s not my fault you got a blowjob from a piranha.”
“Ugh, why am I friends with you?”
