Page 73 of Wicked Surrender

Later that day, as if the universe were out to get me, he approached me in my room again. It wasn’t that late. I came home to study before the tutoring session with Jason later. I saw my dad in passing in the kitchen, so it wasn’t like we were only now seeing each other to speak at all.

He came to my room, knocked, and entered. This time, I had the foresight to cover up my papers and close my laptop.

“I wanted to check in with you about your material for the symposium.”

I nodded. “I’ve got it all. It’s coming along.”

He stared me down, quiet and too pensive.

“For the clinical studies that I suggested that you analyze.”

“Hmm-mmm.”

I wasn’t lying. He had ‘suggested’ that project and I had started on it. But then when I got more interested in the cancer drug trials, I ended up putting more work into a mock presentation about that. I was intrigued, and I felt more creative to think broader with it. Those boring clinical studies were the same old thing.

“I expect you to do a decent job presenting.” He held his hands behind his back, giving me a stern look.

“Of course.”

“You represent our family name when you are on that stage, Laura.”

Like I could forget.

“And should you fail to excel, it would drag all of us down.”

I didn’t understand how he could ever worry about that. He was successful in his own right. So was Mai. Anything I did would impact my life, not theirs.

“I know, Dad.”

He turned and left. In his wake, I was annoyed and bitter.

Just a few choice words from him and I was angry about how stuck I still was in my life.

Giving up on reading up about the cancer drug trials, I sighed and gathered my things to go to the library to meet Jason.

Once I arrived, my annoyance and bitterness had set in so deeply that I needed a distraction that would keep me from thinking at all.

“Hey,” Jason said, eyeing me up and down as I found him at our table. “I got us a study room. It’s quieter.”

Ha.I never was. “So we can focus.”

He slowly grinned. “Yeah. So we can focus.”

I know what I want to focus on.

I followed him into the room and closed the door behind me.

“What’s up—” He stopped speaking as he turned to face me, hands in his pockets. His brows shot up high as he watched me gather my hair into a ponytail.

“No. Fucking. Way. Does that mean what I think it means?” He smiled, backing up as I stalked after him.

Staring him straight in the eye, I tugged his zipper down then shoved the layers of his clothes down. Without wasting a beat, I gripped his long dick and stroked it.

Then I shoved him back another step, giving myself room to lower to my knees and suck his smooth, wide cockhead into my mouth.

“Oh, I’m focusing,” he drawled, putting his hands on my head as I started to swirl my tongue around the tip of his dick.

And just like that, I got him hard. All the more for me to concentrate on as I sucked him into my mouth until he shot ropes of his hot cum down my throat.

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