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“Can you be quiet, Rowan?” While he drags his tongue up the column of my neck, he slides his finger between my soaking wet lips, barely grazing my clit.

“Fuck.” It’s a pained whisper. “Please, August.” I roll my hips. “Please.”

“Shhhhhhhh.” He nips the soft skin where my neck meets my shoulder, making me swallow a groan.

When he removes his hand, I whimper. “P-please, August. Please don’t stop.” I’ve gone from being in complete control of this tutoring session to being a whiny, needy, soaking wet mess. It’s not at all professional, but if I don’t come soon, I might explode.

In silence, he drops to his knees and pushes my legs apart.

Oh God. Is he going to... Fuck.

He slides my skirt further up my thighs before pulling my ass toward him, moving me to the edge of the seat. I can’t help but look behind him. What if someone walks past? What if I can’t stay quiet? What if...?

What if?—?

Fuck. He peels my lips apart and sinks his tongue into my pussy, and in a split second, I don’t care who walks past.

August eats my pussy in earnest, feeding off my ragged breaths. He slips two fingers inside me, curling them into my g-spot.

Fuck. Fuck. Fucketyfucking fuck.

I’m bucking my hips against his face, but it’s not enough. He’s lapping my clit with the flat of his tongue, and the more I writhe against him, the slower he goes.

He’s trying to fucking kill me.

My body tenses as I inch closer and closer toward my release. All the while, he takes his time like he’s in no rush to go anywhere, be anywhere, and like we’re not in the middle of a fucking library with his head between my legs under the table we were just studying math at.

I can’t take it.

I release the arms of the chair I had been white-knuckle gripping and spear my fingers into his hair, drawing him to me.

It’s August who blinks first and makes a noise. Apparently this guy likes it when my nails are biting into his scalp, and my pussy is suffocating the life force out of him.

He groans against my clit, sending a deep shiver through my whole body as I crest the wave. I’ve never, in my entire life, stayed quiet through an orgasm. Not once. Until now.

I bite my lip so hard a metallic taste fills my mouth. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes into me with such force I see stars. My ass is off the edge of the chair, the only thing holding up my jerking, twitching body is August Kade’s face.

My orgasm lasts forever, aftershocks rippling through every muscle in my body, and still, he stays on his knees slurping my arousal and cum like it’s his fucking life force.

I’m not sure how long it takes my body to switch back on, or my brain to reboot after the haze of bliss that hit with my release. But when I blink back into real time, August has pulled my panties off my ankles, he’s righted my skirt, and he’s sitting back in his chair next to me working.

“August? Where are my panties?” I’m breathless, my chest is heaving with shallow breaths as I struggle to fill my lungs.

He pats his pocket but doesn’t sayanything.

“I think I’ve got the right answer to this one.” He slides his papers across the table to me like he didn’t just suck my soul out of my body.

“You expect me to math? Like... right now?” I cover my erratic heart with my palm as he looks me straight in the eye with a look that could ignite kindling.

“Yes, Rowan. I do.” He points at his crotch. “Sooner I get this shit done, the sooner I can fuck you senseless.”

CHAPTER 14

August

“You sure you’re okay being seen in public... with theenemy?” Lachlan’s voice drops to a dramatic whisper at the end of his sentence. It’s Christmas Eve, and he’s in town from Wisconsin to visit with family.

We’re both missing the ice. While part of me is concerned that Johnny White’s going to crack me in the skull with his twig, another part is eager to get back to the game.

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