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Grinning, he comes over and brushes a kiss over my lips. “I don’t mind. Any opportunity to hear you sing.”
“I won’t be singing. I’m merely going to listen and help in any way I can. This show is going to be huge for them.”
I can’t quite read the expression on his face, but I know he’s holding something back. “What? You don’t think so?”
“No, I do.” He takes my hand and pulls me to my feet. “I’m happy to come with you if that’s what you want.”
“I want.”
33
JANE
After my Diction class,I hang back until everyone is gone. Hendrick is waiting for me outside, like he always does.
“Hey,” I say through the earpiece. “Can you come to the classroom?”
“Sure thing.” He doesn’t even bother asking why.
Far faster than seems possible, he walks into the room. His eyes search me out and his features soften when he finds me standing alone in front of the teacher’s desk.
“Close the door,” I say.
He complies, then walks over to me. “Everything okay? How did the test go?”
I flash him a wide smile. “It went great, and I want to celebrate.”
After I hop onto the desk, I grab a handful of his T-shirt and pull him closer.
His expression morphs from concern to surprise. “Here?”
“Yes, here.” My hands roam over his chest and down to his stomach. “I have compiled a list of the best places on campus to have sex.”
One side of his mouth quirks up, then quickly falls. His hands grip my hips and his dark eyes narrow. “Have you ever had sex in here before?”
“No.” I shake my head. “I’ve never had sex anywhere on campus. Unless you count the handjob I gave some guy in Freddy dorm last year or the—”
His hold on me tightens, cutting off my reply. “Thinking about you touching anyone else makes me want to burn down the fucking place.”
I don’t know if I should be so turned on by his jealousy, but I am. “Don’t do that. Then my campus bucket list will never get completed.”
My fingers work on undoing the button on his jeans and he takes my mouth in a hard, possessive kiss.
He breaks just long enough to say, “I don’t have any condoms.”
“Good thing I was prepared then.” I nod toward my backpack. “Front pocket.”
His brows rise and he lets out a low chuckle. “You’re carrying condoms around in your backpack?”
I don’t miss the way he rushes to get them though.
“Did I mention I made a list? I wasn’t kidding.”
“Can’t wait to cross every one of them off.”
My body lights up at the promise of his words. While he rips a foil open, I shimmy my panties down and slide them down my legs. My dress rides up my thighs as I widen them. His gaze drops to my pussy as he rolls the condom over his erection.
“So fucking gorgeous.” Gripping himself, he steps between my legs and rubs the head of his dick along my clit and down until he nudges against my entrance. I groan as he pulls out and the thick tip circles my sensitive nub again.
