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PROLOGUE
OTTO - SPRING BREAK FRESHMAN YEAR OF COLLEGE
“Are you trying to seduce me, Ms. Jones?” “Is it working?” God, her voice is husky compared to her usual sweet sound, and I can’t do anything but take it all in. Sunlight dances over her long strawberry blonde hair, causing the red to show in the strands.
“Maybe.”
“Guess I’ll have to try harder…” Her voice trails off as her eyelids fall closed and she places barely there kisses down my neck.
God, she doesn’t have to tryat allbecause it’s finally happening.
After months, more likeyears, of wooing the girl of my dreams, Fallon Jonesfinallyagreed to hang out with me.
I wanted to take her to dinner, but she said she had something else in mind. You can’t really argue when a beautiful girl wants to get you alone—we don’t even need Netflix.
Our story will be one for the ages, and I can’t stop the twitch of my lips as it all plays out in my mind.
Hot science nerd falls madly in love with misunderstood football jock.
It’s a classic.
“Why are you smiling?” she purrs, her hot little body straddling my lap as the tall grass blows gently around us.
“Because I’mreallyhappy you’re here with me.” I let my southern drawl seep into my words for effect and don’t dare move as her eyes drop to my mouth. “Why areyousmiling?”
“Because you haveverynice lips.”
“Thank you.” I’m smiling too when she looks up. Her honey-colored gaze locks with mine for only a second before she’s slanting her mouth over mine.
Fucking heaven.
I leave my hands braced behind me on the blanket as she kisses me at a maddeningly slow pace. Her tongue is hot and playful against mine. Teasing. Tasting. It’s the slowest exploration, and I can’t get enough, but I’m trying to let her set the pace. Ineedher to set the pace.
Out of the two of us, only one of us is a virgin—and it isn’t her.
“Hey Otto?”
“Hmm?” My eyes are still closed, her breath hot on my skin.
“I’m not wearing any panties.”
Two things happen simultaneously.
The first is that my dick tries to punch through my jeans to the heaven straddled over me.
The second is that no amount of deep breathing is going to help control the lust and desire coursing through me.
Fallon knows it too.
Her fingers tease the top button of my shirt.
“I want to wear this as I ride you.”
Holy fucking shit.
“Anything you want, Princess.”
“Princess?”
