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What indeed? Liam lowered his phone, staring blankly ahead as he mused over the request he should make.

While his relationships with Tess and Anna were unorthodox, his relationship with Avril certainly stood atop the gold medal podium of strangeness. As far as he knew, she wasn’t weighed down by the types of baggage that either Anna or Tess carried. She was outgoing; she was witty; she was staggeringly beautiful. He still vividly remembered his first sight of her, when he’d expected Anna to open the door to their apartment, not a bemused, sexy redhead ready to enact her scheme upon him.

As far as he was aware, Avril was unrestrained by any unusual circumstances that might keep her from dating whoever she wanted. She didn’t have to worry about an overbearing father pushing her toward an arranged marriage or if it was proper for a professor to be intimate with someone half her age. Knowing Avril, even had she been in such a situation, she wouldn’t haveletit worry her.

An inferno didn’t glance behind it to see the consequences left in its wake. Instead, it maintained its single-minded focus to expand and explore.

If I’m going to make this shrine of yours, I need something to put on it so it’s obviously yours. I could use a picture or two to print out and place on it.

Unlike him, Avril wasted no time in firing off a response.

Just what kind of worship are you going to get up to at this shrine of mine? I’ve said it before, but I’ll say it again: Tess must have been blind for thinking you were a sweet, innocent boy.

Maybe I was until I got roped into building shrines for a seductress,he retorted.

So, it’s my fault again, is it?

For this one thing, at least? Absolutely.

He needed to wait a bit for the sultry redhead’s next response. While waiting, the boisterous hum of a hairdryer from one floor up perked up his ears. Even though things hadn’t entirely worked out as he’d hoped they might, excitement burgeoned within him as he waited for Avril’s picture and Tess’s arrival downstairs. He’d found enough enjoyment in flirting with Avril to fully forgive her for distracting him.

In short order, she ensured that he’d never complain about it again.

A message, accompanied by an image, flashed on his screen.

Well, we both know there’s no going back after you’ve had a taste. And you’ve had more than just a taste. So, you’d better keep on being devout until your dying days.

His amusement toward her reply vanished barely half a second after he finished reading her demand. After reading her response, his eyes drifted and then focused on the image accompanying it. The inferno had once again caught up to him, and it seared every thought in his mind but one.

Wow.

In the divine gift that he’d received, Avril had sprawled her beautiful body across her bed—or he assumed it was, though knowing her, it might just be Anna’s. Staring up at her phone while on her back, she’d pulled up her shirt and bra before snapping the provocative picture. Her hand rested on her collarbone, and she wore a playful smile—a knowingly confident one.

Because every inch of her body was as titillating as the last. From the way her eyes glittered like purest emeralds to the meager smattering of mostly faded freckles crossing over the bridge of her nose like a caravan of pilgrims trudging up and down a hilltop. From the luscious fullness of her lips to the scintillating fineness of her auburn hair, which framed her heart-shaped face. He knew all of this from firsthand experience. Not enough experience, and his body urgently yearned to better familiarize itself with just how soft and supple a woman she was.

And not just above her shoulders. Liam’s hot gaze raked over her agonizingly full breasts and her flat, toned stomach. Her areolae and enticingly pink nipples stood out prominently from her creamy skin, and he instantly relived several blissful memories of how it’d felt to feel and kiss and swirl his tongue across them just a few days ago.

She was just too unbelievably sexy, and she dared him to find a single speck of imperfection upon her. He tried. And he failed. And lust reigned uncontested within him as he stared at the arousing image, directing his blood flow into his groin.

It was why it took him so long to furnish a response to her gift. If they’d been there together in person, he knew she’d have teased him relentlessly for his gawking. She didn’t get that chance this time, but they both knew she’d have other opportunities.

He regained his senses through a single long inhale. Not only that, but he no longer heard Tess’s hairdryer running upstairs. His time was running short, and so he hastily tapped out a reply.

I guess I’ll keep on being faithful for at least a day or two longer.

Don’t pretend your jaw didn’t fall into your lap,Avril texted back.I know you’d be begging for a chance to kiss them again if you were on top of me right now.

Liam winced as the mental image of such a chance further swelled an already problematic hard-on building beneath his pants. How in the world would he calm himself down before Tess came downstairs in a matter of minutes?

Certainly not by continuing to engage in some rather reckless flirting with Avril, which, naturally, was precisely what he did. Even halfway across the city from each other, she’d still managed to infect him with her boldness.

Who’d be begging? I remember you making certain promises to me after the last time on your couch because of how well I did.

I haven’t forgotten, but I never specified when you’d get your reward.

Yes, you did. You said it’d be in a little while.

A little while for a goddess and a little while for a horny freshman could carry two very different meanings.

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