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Warring emotions aside, I melt at his words. I’m so focused on him that I don’t realize he’s getting closer to his intended target until he makes contact. I gasp. “Keegan.”

Surprise flashes in his eyes as he circles his fingers over my pussy. “That’s right. You want it. Dripping wet, Dee.” His slow movements drive me mad. A ticking noise sounds in the background, and I anxiously look over my shoulder to make sure our fathers aren’t witness to this. He brings my attention back to him by murmuring my name. “Delilah...” Turning, I find his fingers in his mouth, licking my juices from his skin.

“Oh God,” I breathe, zooming in on his glistening fingertips. I’m enthralled, so caught up in the moment that my body starts shaking.

“Maybe you’ll be a freak yet,” he whispers. One last lick of his tongue and he’s zeroing in on my core again. He inches closer, spending a few moments circling before pushing his finger past my folds.

I mute a strangled cry. Our fathers are just in the other room. Like he said, they wouldn’t care. They’d be proud, and his father would most likely want to watch.

Thankfully, Keegan brings me back from that thought. “So warm, perfect.” His hips start making small movements against my leg. His restraint is costing him a lot right now, that I can tell. However, his excitement heightens my own. My hips start to move with him, seeking out his finger as he dips it inside. “You like that, don’t you? You love it, Dee. You want me so fucking much, you can’t stand it.”

My body starts to move without inhibition, pushing forward so I meet the thrusts of his fingers faster.

“Say it, Delilah. Admit it to yourself.”

I press my lips together. The only thing I can think about is how good this feels. How much I have craved him over the years, ever since I understood what these feelings were. My traitorous body works with his. He’s really going after it, propelling his finger forward, circling it inside, before pulling out in a rhythm that has me gobsmacked. My head drops back to the arm of the couch as I expel a soft cry.

“Say you’ll fuck me.”

My gaze snaps to his. He’s not even looking at me. He’s staring at my pussy in reverence. I try to grip his wrist. “We should stop.”

His movements stutter before he lifts guarded eyes to me. “Stop? Don’t fool yourself. You were just creaming all over me. Give me more.”

“Keegan,” I warn as he dives forward with new purpose. I make a small cry as he hits a spot inside me that almost makes stars appear in front of my eyes.

“There. Give it to me.”

“Keegan, this isn’t right,” I protest, but my hips tell a different story. They’re seeking the obvious pleasure he’s building inside.

“Don’t be scared,” he murmurs, and his tone is almost soft.

“I’m— I’m not—”

He places the pad of his thumb on my clit and pushes down.

“Keegan!”

All rational thought obliterates within that span. My hips jump up to meet him, thrusting over his fingers as he flicks my clit. “Fuck, little princess. Go after it.”

I do. With abandon. Climax is in sight, and I chase it with everything I have. Mouth wide open in ecstasy, harsh breaths filling the space, I go after what I want until I reach it. My pussy clenches around his finger as pleasure skates through my entire body. My toes curl, lost in triumphant bliss.

Eyes closed, I slump backward on the arm of the couch, reveling in the sensations. It’s as if time stops for a moment of beautiful languidity. However, the harsh sound of a zipper lowering forcefully grabs my attention. My lids fly open, revealing Keegan shoving his pants down his hips, his erect dick straining against his boxers.

Scrambling backward, the joy of the moment obliterates into surprise. “Keegan, what are you doing?”

“Fucking you. That’s what I’m doing.”

I throw myself over the arm of the couch and ungracefully land on my feet. “No.”

His face shifts from confusion, to surprise, to anger within the span of three seconds.

He lifts himself from the couch, carefully replaces his shorts back on his hips, and with utter control, zips his zipper. “You’re a fucking cock tease. You’ll always be a fucking cock tease.” Moving next to me, he stares down his nose as if he’s on a whole other echelon. “You’ll pay for that.”

He runs into my shoulder as he leaves the room. I catch my balance, heart in my throat. If I didn’t know any better, I’d believe I just saw the face of the devil in Keegan’s eyes.

ChapterFour

Carnegie University’s campus is about as old world as you can get. The stone buildings jut into the sky with medieval-esque prominence. The architecture is intricate and bold. It’s not far-fetched to imagine my four times great grandfather walking the same cobblestone pathways when he was my age.

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