Page 84 of Hide and Keep

Or maybe I shouldn’t. It might be better to not know what I’m missing.

The professor leansveryclose to add, “In the name of safety, of course.”

“Right…”

My eyes land on Ever, now sitting front row, innocently chewing on a pen tip as she not-so-innocently spreads her knees a few inches apart, not enough for me to make out what’s under there, but enough to drive me fucking crazy imagining what could be. If she’s wet again… For me…

I shake my head and clear my throat. I won’t be able to focus on anything but Ever.

“No. That’s not necessary. I should be, uh…” I jerk a thumb behind me. “I’ll be fine out here.”

“Are you sure?”

I nod way too hard, my throat feeling like it’s clogging up all over again. I hate Ever—fuckinghateher—so why does she affect me like this? Not only do I hate her, but as her personal protection agent, I shouldn’t be so goddamned turned on by the thought of her soaking her panties again. And yet all I want todo is bend her over that table and stuff my cock in her right this fucking second. With or without the rest of the class watching, I don’t care, I just want to feel Ever’s tight cunt squeeze the fucking life out of me until I fill her with so much cum that even if she did manage to sneak out again—which she won’t—no other man would even consider putting his dick in her.

“Oh, okay. Well, it’s an open invitation. Feel free to stop by…anytime really.”

I drag my gaze away from Ever to her professor, finding her cheeks turning pink. She spring a leak for me, too?

Why doesn’t that knowledge affect me the same way? I don’t feel any deep desire to fuck Johanna here and now. I would. I totally would. But it’s not aneed. It’s more of a mild want. A curiosity. Like Paris, she’s also attractive. I’d guess she’s about a decade older than me and with that, comes experience. She’s divorced, or about to be, so she’s looking for something new, something fun. Hopefully nothing serious. She’d be the perfect fuck for me.

I can’t bring anyone back to the manor. And I don’t have any time off to meet with someone elsewhere. My only shot at getting laid in the next three years might just be during Ever’s classes, especially if the person’s already on campus. Even better if they have their own private office…

“I will,” I tell her with my own implication.

I send one last look at Ever, her thighs pressed together as tightly as her lips. She pulls down her turtleneck, revealing a dark hickey, then smirks.

Bitch got a new one when she was out.

I force myself to exit the auditorium.

Yeah, it’d probably feel like heaven sinking into Johanna.

But thrusting into Ever? My money’s on it feeling more like the unquenchable flames of hell—hot, dangerous, stupid to even consider, and…

Irresistible as all fuck.

Before Ever’s even settled into the passenger seat, I get to work removing her high heels.

“What are you doing?” she yelps, but I don’t respond. She attends one of the most prestigious schools in the country but can’t figure out when someone’s taking her shoes off for her?

Her nasty green drink in hand is untouched, and she gapes at me as I round the front-end, climb in my own seat, then carefully set her heels on the floor of the backseat. She lost the privilege of wielding sharp objects around me.

And because I’m still upset about the toe gouging, slap, hickey, and…everything else this woman’s put me through, I pick up my pumpkin-flavored cinnamon roll in a cup and take a long drink, almost draining the entire thing in one continuous pull…all while maintaining eye contact with Ever.

I even sigh audibly when I finally release the straw.Tasty.

The next time she speaks, I’m already on the road, and all she says is, “I need to go to the store.”

“For what?” Chef Ryan does all the shopping.

“Cheer.”

“I thought cheer was on Saturday.”

“Our performance is on Saturday. Tonight’s a potluck to celebrate.”

“You’re trying to take a dish?”

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