Page 232 of Hide and Keep

“Some motherfucker could see your pussy.”

“They could.” I smirk at the growl he unleashes. “But they won’t. I have a lot of experience maneuvering in a skirt.”

“You flashed me,” he argues.

“That was intentional. You were flirting with my professor right in front of my face, remember?”

“The only thing I remember is the overwhelming urge to bend you over your desk and fuck your cunt in front of Littoral University’s entire student body.”

My smile grows. I guess I was wrong. Noteveryonefantasizes about doing it on the teacher’s desk.

Crue spins me around to face him, his expression serious.

“I don’t want you going commando.”

“Do you happen to have an extra pair on you?” I ask even though I know he doesn’t.

I’m pretty sure he doesn’t.

“Only mine. You can wear those.”

“Those?”

For answer, he bends down, removing his shoes and pants, then boxer briefs.

“Crue,” I scold. “This is going too far. I understand…” And secretly love. “…your desire to take care of me in certain areas, but sharing underwear?” I shake my head even though he’s focused on pulling off his boxer briefs despite my solid argument here. “Next it’ll be our toothbrushes.”

Without looking up, he says, “Should’ve thought of that before making me use your thong as dental floss.”

“I didn’t?” I put my underwear in his mouth. What he did with it was his choice.

Crue tugs his pants back on—sans underwear.

I throw my hands up. “I’m not wearing them.”

One arm around my waist, Crue drags me to him. “You will if you want to leave this room.”

“They’re too big,” I say, one notch below pouting.

“They’re the best we have at the moment.”

“They’ll ruin my aesthetic,” I do pout, quite pathetically might I add. I don’t want to wear them.

“Yeah, well, prison stripes will be ruining mine if anyone catches sight of my girl’s pussy.”

My already gelatinous legs threaten to give out entirely. Not only did he threaten murder, again, but he also used the wordsmy girl.

If we didn’t just have sex, I’d so fuck him right now.

I do have a twisted mind.

“Be a good girl and wear them.”

I rip the boxer briefs out of his hand. “Fine. But we’renotsharing toothbrushes.”

With a chuckle, he takes them back, bending to a knee in front of me. “You’ll put my dick in your mouth but not my toothbrush?”

“I’m not putting anything of yours in my mouth anymore,” I grumble, earning another chuckle from him.

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