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She trimmed a bit of her length and added thick, full bangs that frame her forehead perfectly. Her lips tip up before she bites on the corner of her bottom lip. I can’t take it and lean back in to kiss her long and deep. I’ve missed kissing her and need to make up for time lost.

“I missed your lips so much, baby. I missed you.”

“Me too. I knew the moment I saw you again, I would forgive you because missing you was worse than anything. I spent thefirst couple of days in my condo hiding out until I had to go back to campus.”

I kiss down her neck, pulling her slippery body up mine so I can get to her beautiful breasts. The moment I get one into my mouth, she starts moving her hips, teasing herself with the head of my cock.

“Put me in, baby,” I order when I switch breasts, and she moves her hand to wrap around my girth. She starts pumping her small fist up and down my length, making my eyes cross. “Now,” I growl, and my cock kisses her entrance. I push her down my length with my hands around her waist, and we both sigh at the feeling of completeness. “I’m not going to be gentle.” I start moving her up and down on me. Water sloshes over the tub. I need deeper and pull her off me and flip her around. “Hold on.” She grabs the edge of the tub, and I rise up on my knees to take her from behind.

When I slide back into her body, she throws her head back. Presley and I might look different in size but where it counts; she’s perfect for me. Her heat, tightness, and the way she takes me, all combine to make our sex off the charts.

As she starts moaning louder and saying my full name, I slam a bit harder into her, my hands gripping her hips tighter. She screams my name when she comes, and a couple of thrusts later, I’m coming deep inside her body.

CHAPTER

SEVENTEEN

HAM

As we drive onto campus to meet with her advisor, I can tell she’s stressed out by her fidgeting. I reach for her hand and pull it to my lips.

“It will be okay, baby,” I say before pressing a kiss to the back of her hand.

“My parents are going to be so mad at me for pressing charges against Clara.”

“She needs to get help, and this is the only way.”

“I know, but I’ve never turned her in before. When we were in boarding school, she and all her friends bullied me. I thought things would get better in college, but they didn’t. She had her sorority sisters and their boyfriends harass me. That’s how I met Morgan. I was walking across campus, and this jerk ran into me, knocking me over on purpose. Morgan laid him out. She literally had him flat on his back, gasping for air, and she’d barely touched him. She insisted I take a self-defense course, but I never used it against Clara until yesterday.” Presley turns to watch me as I drive, her head resting against the seat as she looks at me.

I turn to give her my eyes when we come to a light. “Did you ever tell them she was bullying you?” I can almost imagine what she’s going to say, but instead, what she says pisses me off.

“I did once. They confronted her, but she told them I was being overdramatic. They believed her and not me. I never brought it up again.”

“Jeezus, why?” My grip on the steering wheel tightens, and the leather groans.

“I don’t know. But it’s always been that way.”

“Well, sprite, you have me now, and I’ll always believe you.”

Her lips tip up in a soft smile. “Thank you, honey. I love you.”

I will never tire of hearing those words pass her lips, and I’ll do everything I can to keep her safe. I need to figure this all out. This meeting is our first step in the process.

She directs me to a parking lot outside the sciences building, and I help her out of the Jeep. I give her a quick kiss and wish her luck as we walk into the building together with our hands laced. She leads the way up to the fourth floor, where she knocks on a door.

“Enter,” a voice says from the other side.

I open the door, and we step inside. There is an older gentleman sitting at a desk, and Professor Blackman is seated in a chair opposite.

“Why are you here?” His question is directed at me, but Presley answers, thinking he’s talking to her.

“I have an appointment with Dr. Rivers to discuss my doctoral studies. I also have to change my schedule.”

“Why?” Professor Blackman stands and he takes in her appearance. He turns on me. “Have you hurt her? I’ll call the police.” He pulls out his phone, but again, before I can answer him, Presley does.

“No, Ham would never hurt me. I was attacked by a student yesterday afternoon. I’ve filed a restraining order, but she’s in the class you are having me teach.”

“That’s ridiculous. Why would a student attack you?” Professor Dickhead, as I’m going to refer to him from now on, asks. “Besides, you’ve been distracted since the beginning of the term. I think you need to focus on your schooling and less on boys.”

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