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“Oh.” Tate ducks her head, fluttering her hand over her stomach. “Well, it’s laundry day. Um, so yeah.”
“Yeah…” My smoky response trails off and I skate my palm up her leg to the hem of her skirt. “I can work on my paper later. Want to run through your practice test questions first?”
An idea forms in my head when she doesn’t immediately freak out with my hand resting on her thigh, hidden from the table next to ours by the way I turn my body to face her. No one occupies the other table on her side.
“Sure.”
She bites her lip, dropping a hand into her lap to loosely wrap her fingers around my wrist. To anyone paying attention to us, we could just be holding hands. Her eyes lift to peek at me through her lashes. She’s thinking about the same thing as me when we turned our studying into a dirty game where correct answers meant more pleasure.
“Quiz me?” Tatum prompts quietly.
The corner of my mouth lifts. When she first came to me, spontaneously fooling around like this would’ve made her nervous in private, let alone in public. She’s come so far from the girl bargaining with me to dick her down so she could analyze and learn from the experience.
I hold out my hand for the practice test her professor passed out in class this week. She’s been studying it so often that I have half the questions memorized. I scan the sheet and pick one at random.
“What is visual sensory memory referred to as?”
“Iconic memory.”
“Good girl.” My fingertips trace a circle on her inner thigh. I know it’s a sensitive spot for her. When she suppresses a soft sigh, I cock my head with a satisfied tilt to my lips. “Next one. It’s theorized that repression is an example of what?”
“Motivated forgetting.”
I hum, dragging my fingers higher, stopping short of her panties. Reaching across us to her bag, I get a pen from her organized supplies case with a bright citrus fruit pattern. She tries to read what I’m writing on her test. I distract her by stroking her clit through her panties until I finish.
Eyes gleaming, I tap the question and angle the paper so she can see.
Are you wet yet, baby?
Her lips part and her eyes widen, darting around. She doesn’t answer, but I don’t need one.
“Ready for the next question?” It’s my way of checking if she’s still in or if she wants to stop.
Her chest rises and falls as a student walks by on their way out. She tracks him with her gaze and whispers, “Give it to me.”
Shit, that’s exactly what I want to do. I’m getting worked up the more I tease her. I have to keep reminding myself I can’t rip her panties aside and push my fingers inside her the way I’m dying to.
We keep going like that. I throw a test question at her and she responds, her breathing growing strained. For each correct answer, I tease my fingers where she has to be aching and hot for my touch by now, going off the way she keeps doing these abortive little rocks of her hips to seek pressure against her clit without being obvious.
After another question, my gaze locks on her mouth. Her lips are swollen from nibbling on them to keep quiet.
Instead of answering, her quaking thighs clamp together, trapping my hand. “Coop.”
The whispered plea is frayed and needy. I know that tone well. My girl needs to come. Badly.
“We can’t,” she breathes. “I can’t stay quiet, please.”
She’s so goddamn gorgeous like this. I squeeze her thigh and lean into her. The corner of my mouth kicks up at the hitch in her breath when I brush against her panties again. “Come with me.”
“What? Where?”
“We’ve earned a break from studying,” I rasp against her ear. “Come on, baby. Live a little with me.” My tongue darts out to trace the shell of her ear. “Promise to make it worth it.”
At her uneven exhale and small nod, a low chuckle rolls out of me. Glancing around, I check that no one is paying attention and take her hand.
“Come find a book with me.” I swipe my tongue across my bottom lip, trying to stay serious. “I need to reference it for my assignment.”
Tatum tries to hold back a smile, attempting to give me a mock-stern look as I lead her to the stairs to go up to the next floor while desire brims in her eyes. The library might be quiet tonight, but if I’m going to get her to let go the way she needs to right now, we have to find the section least likely to get a visit from any student or staff. Just the idea that we could get caught for doing this, that’s the thrill I want to give her.
