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“If you don’t tell me to stop, I’m gonna come down your throat,” he hisses.

I glance up at him, see the dark storm in his eyes, and then take him in farther.

“Fuck yes!” He thrusts. “Fuck yes. Fuck, fuck, fuuuucccckkk!”

His cock jerks again and again as he fills my mouth.

When he finishes, he leans down and kisses me, then flops facedown on my bed. “You shouldn’t have done that.”

I laugh. “No?”

He rolls to his side and looks at me with intense admiration. “Your mouth is magic.”

When my phone alarm goes off, I pull my robe closed, scramble to the top of my bed, and look at the screen.

“Shit.”

“What’s shit?” he says, rolling onto his back.

I quickly tighten my robe as I tell him, “I think you should throw some pants on.”

He looks up at me. “You forget my recovery time is just a couple minutes?”

I shake my head. “And please don’t forget how much you adore me and love us.”

“Okay?”

“Rivera, get some pants on now,” I demand.

He curls into seated position and looks at me.

“Now,” I hiss.

He pushes off the bed and grabs his sweats. Before he has time to put them on, the door opens, and three frat boys come into my room.

“Theo Rivera, you need to come with us … now.”

“Yeah, I don’t think that’s—”

“You gotta go.” I laugh.

“The fuck is this?” he groans.

“Have fun and be nice,” I whisper as he pulls on his sweats.

He goes to grab a shirt, and Tyler, Grace’s man, closes the door so his boys don’t see him, and Lord knows they don’t hear him, because the girls are all aware of what’s going on, and of course they’re recording it.

Tyler whispers, “We’re supposed to kidnap you. I shouldn’t have even let you put on pants.” He holds out a hood. “And it will give me credibility if you have this over your head and act like I put it on you.”

It suddenly hits him as to what’s going on. “Hold up. I thought I didn’t have to rush or do any weird shit.”

“Your girlfriend wants you to experience at least a little bit of what it’s really like to be part of a fraternal organization,” Tyler whispers.

“She does, does she?” He glares at me.

I blow him a kiss. “Remember you like me.”

“We’ll see.”

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