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Lincoln
Iparked the car near the college, waiting to pick up Monroe. It had been a long day without her, stuck in meetings with the team, and I was looking forward to getting her back in my arms.
Where she belonged.
There were still fifteen minutes until her class got out, and I sighed, staring around at the buildings while I wondered how mad she would be if I barged into the class, threw her on my shoulder…and took her home.
Probably pretty mad.
But on the other hand, I bet the make-up sex would be amazing.
I was about to call Ari to distract myself for a few more minutes from my compulsion when?—
What. The. Fuck.
Monroe was walking down the sidewalk, looking like my favorite wet dream as always.
But it was the guy next to her—the one walking way too close to her and stealing glances down her shirt that had me debating if my money could get me out of murder charges.
Monroe was gesturing and talking about something and he was hanging on her every word.
Fucker.
My fingers tightened around the steering wheel as I watched them walk.
You’d have thought that getting a ring on her finger would have made me less crazy.
But I was pretty sure there wasn’t anything that would help with that. Monroe was mine. And I didn’t like guys within fifty feet of her.
Sometimes I didn’t like girls close by either.
I tried to count to ten before I did something insane. But then I decided…fuck it. And I bolted out of the car and strode towards them. "Monroe," I called out, "there you are, baby."
I reached her side and wrapped my arms around her, my lips hungrily meeting hers.
The kiss was so fucking good.
It was a kiss meant to stake my claim, to remind everyone present that she was mine and no one else's. My hand slipped down to her ass and I squeezed, wishing, not for the first time, that I could attach myself to her.
Monroe seemed momentarily surprised, but she quickly responded to my kiss. For a second I forgot that I’d gone all caveman for a reason…I was just ready to get home and fuck, because I loved her so much.
I took a deep breath against her lips, a stillness spreading through my veins that only she could give me.
A throat cleared right by us and I remembered we had company.
I cast a sidelong glance at the asshole waiting by us impatiently. His eyes betrayed his emotions—his jealousy was unmistakable. His gaze had darkened, and a flicker of resentment danced in his eyes as he watched us.
I winked at him before reluctantly pulling away, snorting when I saw Monroe’s gaze twinkling with a hint of amusement. She knew exactly what I was doing.
"Lincoln," she said with a smile, "meet Professor Williams. We were just discussing the story I’m writing for that creative writing contest I told you about."
Ah.Professor Williams. He’d been needing to have a lot ofone on onemeetings with my Monroe lately. But I’d thought he was a woman this whole time for some reason.
“Professor,” I said, lifting my chin at him and not extending my hand for a handshake.
The Professor’s demeanor was as cold as mine was, his lips curved into a subtle smirk that hinted at arrogance.
Ignoring me, the asshole addressed Monroe in a flirty tone, his voice oozing with a subtle hint of suggestiveness. "I'll see you in class, Monroe," he said, his eyes lingering on her in a way that was about to see my fist in his face.
