Page 71 of Endeavor

I laugh. “I was just waiting for you to mention her.”

She rolls her eyes at me. “I bet you were, asshat.”

I press my lips together to prevent more laughter from escaping them.

“So, tell me about your BFF,” I say playfully.

She snuggles back against me and I have to stop my mind from going to dirty thoughts. Down, boy, I think to myself, we have all night for that.

“I met Kate during our freshman year. She was already seated when I got to a class. There weren’t a lot of seats left, and I asked if the one by her was open. She said yes. We started chatting and the rest is history.”

“When did you figure out who she was?”

She giggles. “Uh, well, right after class, a girl walked up to me and was like, OMG, I can’t believe you just talked to her like that. And I was all like, what are you talking about? She said Kate was the president’s daughter. And I felt like an idiot. I mean, she did look familiar, but she had just dyed her hair, and I wasn’t thinking. It was an early morning class, and I guess my lack of coffee is my excuse to this day. Kate still makes fun of me for it.”

“But I bet she loved that you didn’t know who she was and still wanted to be her friend,” I point out.

“True. Very true. Anyhow, now she’s just Kate.”

I laugh again. “Does ‘just Kate’ know about me?”

“Uh-huh,” she replies without looking up at me.

“And what does ‘just Kate’ think?”

“She’s protective of me…” She trails off. “But she thinks I should give you a shot.”

“Oh, does she?”

She punches my ribs again as she lifts her head. “You can be such a—”

I don’t let her finish as I press my lips to hers, drowning out her words with a flick of my tongue against hers.

She moans as I deepen the kiss, grabbing her and pulling her onto my lap. I grab her hair, tugging her head to the side, giving me more access to explore her. I kiss along her jaw, her ear, her throat. The little whimpering noises escaping from her mouth go straight to my dick. She grinds against me, and I’m lost in her once more. Without another word, I pick her up, carrying her up to our suite as we kiss. I don’t care if people see us. Hell, I don’t care if someone puts a photo of us online. Right now, all I care about is getting back inside her, making us one.

I throw open our door after struggling to open it. Kicking it closed with my foot, I lay her on the bed.

“I hope our break helped you recharge your energy,” I say as I start ripping her clothes off. Positioning myself between her legs, I run my tongue up her center, and she cries out. “Because we won’t be sleeping tonight until we pass out from pure exhaustion.” And with that, I feast on her pussy until she’s pleading with me to fuck her.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Emma

I don’t know where I am at first. The curtains are closed, and it’s dark. As my eyes adjust and my senses wake, I realize I’m curled up in a ball against a very warm Grady.

I snuggle closer, and his arms tighten around me.

“You ready for round three already?” he asks groggily.

I lean up on my elbow staring at him the best I can in the darkness. “You’re kidding, right? We had round three hours ago, followed by rounds four, five, and six.”

He laughs. “Come back here.”

I tuck myself back against him. “My vagina needs a rest.”

I’m half-kidding. Not only is this man some sort of wizard with his willy, but he’s also able to go only minutes between rounds, and by rounds, I mean a straight hour of sex. I’m lucky that my vagina is still intact this morning, or is it afternoon?

“What time is it?” I ask.

---