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Brooke finds a slow, tortuous rhythm, and my fingers roam over her face. My thumb connects each freckle dotting her nose and cheekbones.
She adds suction, and it catches me off guard. “Fuck.”
“Sorry. Am I doing it wrong?” She pulls off, and spit hangs from her bottom lip.
“It’s perfect, but I’m going to blow. Fuck the three-week rule.”
Her tongue peeks out between her lips, then she says, “My thoughts exactly. We’ve made it two weeks.”
“I guess we’re not counting the time in your kitchen, huh?”
She smirks and her green eyes gleam. “It doesn’t count unless you finish”
I pull the sweater over her head and fling it somewhere. I can’t take my eyes off this slightly red-headed beauty. My dick twitches as she takes me back in her mouth, and I brace myself with one hand on her shoulder.
This time, she speeds up the pace, and my hand sneaks onto the back of her neck, sliding under her braid. I push her head gently at first, but I’m seconds away from spilling into her mouth. Can she feel it because she stops?
“Take your shirt off,” she demands under her lashes.
My shirt is off before she finishes the sentence. I push my erection back in her mouth and Iaugh inwardly, thinking about her calling it a peen.
A few more strokes, and I growl, “Fuck, this is good.” I feel the suction loosen as she smiles. My hips piston, and I fuck her mouth like I’ve never done before. It’s warm, with the added stimulation of her darting her tongue around every few strokes.
I jerk her off and lie back on the bed. She wiggles out of her pants, leaving me panting at the sight of her in a strip of red lace covering her mound.
“Turn around.” She smiles and wiggles her ass.
My palm slaps her cheek before wandering over her slender but perfectly toned globes as she goes back down on me. If this was the last time I could see, this image would be enough to last a lifetime. She’s beautiful.
But never having this feeling again is a prison sentence.
A scorching sensation travels from my toes and licks up my spine. My shoulders rise off the bed, and my toes curl as a deep, uncontrollable grunt rips from my chest. My dick jumps and twitches inside her mouth, and she breaks the skin-to-skin contact. But then she turns her body and grabs the base, watching the creamy lava spew from my core onto my skin.
After a minute, I relax into the bed, ad she rests her head on my chest. My hand caresses her arm. “That was incredible. I love the way you are with me.”
She whispers, “I do too. You’ve given me a confidence I never had before.” She uses her finger to draw in the creamy mess. “Thank you for making me feel sexy, even when my tank top is covered with marinara and Cheeto stains.”
I chuckle, thinking about how I took a bag of regular Cheetos out of my backpack, and Caleb squished his nose in disgust. “He does love those puffed ones, but not the regular ones.” Lost in thought, my fingers automatically trace her arms. “This—right here. Right now. It’s what I want.”
“Me too.” Again, her words are like a slight summer breeze that I can barely hear. “You better get cleaned up before your roommates get home.”
I kiss her forehead. “Okay, I’ll be right back.”
Crossing the hall, I let the shower warm up for a few minutes, using toilet paper to clean off the excess and flush. I use my three-in-one body gel to wash my hair. She finds me irresistible when my hair is wet, and I need her to remember all the good vibes when I tell her about the worst night of my life.
I walk into my room, and her back is to me as I grab my sweatpants from the floor, shuffle into each leg, yet she doesn’t budge. I sneak up behind her and blow a raspberry under her ear. Her spine straightens as a folder of papers falls onto the floor. One piece lands face up—Broadhurst University Non-Disclosure Agreement.
Her eyes are covered in tears, and her hand covers her mouth.
“I can explain.”
Chapter Thirty-Two
BROOKE
Ever seen a deer in headlights? Yeah, Reed’s eyes are as wide as I’ve ever seen. He’s standing completely still as he looks straight into my eyes. I was unable to read the entirety of the documents and understanding it was a whole other issue, but one thing is clear—Reed sexually harassed a woman.
Bad boy image or not, I can’t imagine Reed doing something that a woman didn’t want—I mean what woman wouldn’t want him? He was the complete package at Broadhurst University. Every article I found was complimentary of his play and his work ethic. There were a few articles where he was pictured with another woman, but it was at hockey events.
