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I resist the urge to roll my eyes. “How are you even a professor when you act like a fucking child?”
Archer glares at me. “How are you a professor when you’re such a sadistic son of a bitch?”
Oak clears his throat. “I never thought I’d be sitting in a bar with my two friends who are professors at my school and find that the more mature guests are students.” He glares at me and then Archer. “Stop being idiots.”
I flex my fingers around my glass and bring it to my lips, glaring at Archer.
Camilla shuffles next to me, drawing my eyes to her.
I smirk when I see the flush to her cheeks and the way she rubs her thighs together beneath the table. Our little encounter in the alleyway has left her needy and desperate.
“Are you okay, Camilla?” I ask, drawing her eyes to me.
Her throat bobs as she swallows slowly. “Great.” There’s a hint of sarcasm in her tone.
I steal a quick glance at Oak, who is talking now with Archer in depth. A perfect opportunity. Slowly, I slide my hand onto Camilla’s thigh, making her tense beneath my fingers. And then I let my fingers tease beneath the skirt of her dress until I find her soaking wet cunt.
She tries to close me off, squeezing her thighs together tightly. Her hand clasping around my wrist as she stares at me in shock.
I force apart her thighs and then dip my middle and forefingers deep into her virginal entrance, making her shudder.
She bites her bottom lip to stop herself from crying out as she breaks my gaze and focuses on her drink in front of her.
“What do you think, Camilla?” Adrianna asks.
She stiffens as she meets her friend’s gaze. “About what?”
“What beer is better, Budweiser or Heineken?”
Camilla wrinkles her nose. “You know I don’t drink beer.”
The waitress returns as I keep my hand firmly beneath Camilla’s dress, my fingers inside her, but still.
I can tell it’s driving her insane as she wiggles her hips from side to side, trying to find some friction or pressure.
Dirty little girl.
“Rules are simple. First to finish the beer wins,” Oak says.
I can tell that Camilla is hardly focusing on what’s going on around her, while my fingers are deep in her greedy little cunt.
She places a hand around my wrist and tugs. “Sir, please,” she whispers.
I smirk. “Please what, malishka?” I murmur into her ear. “Finger you or stop?”
Her lips purse as if she hasn’t quite decided which she wants me to do. “The first.”
“Dirty girl,” I scold, slowly moving my fingers a little way out of her and then as slowly moving them back in, torturing her with delicate movements to ensure she won’t come apart.
By the time this night is through, I want her desperate and panting when we part ways. And then I’ll imagine her desperately masturbating when she gets home, chasing her release, which I denied her.
“Have that!” Adrianna says, slamming her glass down a few seconds before Archer.
Archer growls like an animal. “Motherfucker.”
“I’m afraid Adrianna is the winner,” Oak announces, smirking at Arch, who looks like he wants to tear the entire place apart with his bare hands. He really has met his match with Adrianna Vasquez in every sense of the word.
Adrianna smirks at Arch, looking like the cat who got the cream. “I told you no one can beat me.”
