Page 55 of Lady Killer

Slowly, I ran the tie over her, gently cleaning her up, relishing how her skin pebbled as the silky material glided across it.

Once I was satisfied with my efforts, I discarded it on the floor and lifted her by her waist against, up and over the remaining mess and onto her feet.

She pulled her underwear and jeans back up, and a small frown started to mar her face.

Couldn’t have that.

I picked up her coat from where she’d tossed it and reached to drape it around her shoulders, needing to fix whatever worried her.

“Will you get caught?”

Huh?

“The lips . . . Hester and Jade. I was just thinking that I can’t exactly keep their lips in my dorm . . . Their families will demand an investigation . . .” Her voice was uncertain.

I placed a single finger on her lips. “You have nothing to worry about, love. No one will be looking at you inconnection to the ‘horrific attack on two upstanding young ladies,’” I said in a falsetto voice.

“What about you?”

Starbright was worried about me? Swoon.

Picking up the rest of her stuff, I ushered Luz to the door. “You’re letting me drive you to your dorm. It’s too cold for you to be running around campus, and there’s a psycho out there.”

“Everest,” she said, stopping and looking at me sternly.

My cock jumped.

“No one will look at me. I’m a Blackwell by association.”

She looked at me appraisingly for a second, then nodded, moving to follow me again. “Shouldn’t we—‍” She gestured to the small puddle still just sitting there on the desk.

“Excellent idea, temptress.” I smirked before dashing back to the desk.

Using the fluids I had so expertly wrung from both our bodies, I left a little piece of art for the good professor.

“A dick for a dick.”

Chapter seventeen

Luz

If I’d found it difficult to work up the courage to talk to Autumn about what had happened with Alister, what I had done with Everest rendered it downright impossible.

Hey bestie, you know the serial killer for hire that people are too scared to even whisper about on campus?

Yeah, well, I let him dry hump me in my professor’s office after he stopped me from trying to break in there in a fit of rage.

Oh, and he cut the lips off your old frenemies and wrapped them up in a gift box for me.

And instead of freaking out, I’m kind of chuffed that he stood up for me in his own way.

Yeah, that would go down well.

I’d had every intention of telling her about Alister that night we went out to Dos Hermanas in town.

But when she volunteered her own confession, my little orgasm-denial debacle seemed irrelevant in the grand scheme of things.

Then there was the issue of what had been going on with Simone the night Aaron died.

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