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He knows what he’s doing to me, knows he’s pushing me to the brink right now with slow, methodic strokes. Sweat is starting to form on the back of my neck and I can feel the pressure building up inside me, so persistent that my hips begin to move in time with his fingers, desperate to find the release he’s offering.

With his other hand, he pulls at my shirt, encouraging me to sit up. He scoots me to the edge of the seat, his lips seizing mine once I’m close enough to him.

He presses his tongue against the seam of my lips and I open for him as he moves his fingers to my opening and works them inside me.

I moan into his mouth and he swallows the sound.

He twists his finger within me as he rolls his tongue over mine. He’s hitting just the right spot and I’m riding his hand.

I wrench my mouth away and cry out as my body shudders with relief.

Zach pulls his fingers from me slowly, stroking me a few more times before pulling away entirely. He kisses the tip of my nose and sits back on his heels, a satisfied grin on his face.

“You’re proud of yourself, huh?”

I playfully kick at his chest and he grabs my ankle, pulling me down off the chair and under him in no time. His grin hasn’t moved an inch as he hovers above me.

“Very,” he whispers before kissing me again. “Now, let’s go to bed and stay there until we absolutelyhaveto leave. Deal?”

“Deal.”

Sixteen

Me: Can we please go back to lying in your bed and snuggling? This college shit is for the birds.

Zach: This real world shit is for the birds.

Zach: I’m ready for a break myself.

Me: Oh, idea! Let’s meet for lunch. I don’t have another class until 3. Want to do me?

Me: NO. NO. TYPO! I DID NOT MEAN THAT!

Me: I mean, I did, but not right now.

Zach: Oh, I’d LOVE to do you. WINK.

Me: And lunch?

Zach: I’d love that as well. That pizza place I was raving about is about halfway. Want to do that?

Me: Let’s get it on.

Me: THE PIZZA! The pizza date!

Zach: Riiiiiiight.

Me: I’m here. Where are you?

Zach: I’m here. Come over to my car.

Me: This sounds like the beginning of a slasher film. Do you have any candy?

Zach: Just bring your cute ass over here, Delia.

Me: Roger that! On my way, sir!

Islideout of my car and glance around the parking lot, finally spotting Zach’s sleek black ride at the back. He’s parked nowhere near anyone else.

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