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“I thought so,” Bishop says, but his focus is solely on Frankie. “Now that we have that settled...” He snaps his fingers at a passing waitress. “Check please,” he barks. The girl scurries away without a word.

Leo leans in close to Frankie’s ear and whispers something that sends a blush up her neck. She tries to deny it, but her pussy betrays her, clenching my fingers tightly as she moans into the empty space between them.

Leo chimes in, still whispering into her ear. “You can do it, Frankie. Just a little longer, baby. We’re so close to the finish line.” His words are dripping with innuendo, and I hide a smirk.

“Fine,” she replies, but her breathing doesn’t slow one bit. “A group project. Whatever. Just let me come already.” She shoots us all a glare that would melt ice, but the heated glint in her eyes betrays her need.

Without missing a beat, Bishop leans over the table, forcing the couple next to us to move their plates aside as he whispers in her ear. “I expect your undivided attention to this project, Frankie. No distractions.” His tone is as cool as ice, but I smell his arousal. He’s affected by this game of cat and mouse just as much as we are.

“Yes, sir,” she replies through gritted teeth.

I put pressure on her clit.

“You’re so fucking wet,” I growl against her lips, beyond turned on by how soaked she is, knowing it’s all for us.

“Delicious,” Leo murmurs, swiping a finger along Frankie’s inner thigh before bringing it to his mouth and sucking it clean.

The sounds of chatter and silverware ebb and flow around us.

I focus only on Frankie, my fingers squelching as they pump in and out of her slowly. Her breathing shudders, and the pulse in her neck flutters harder than before. Her hips twitch.

Leaning down, I exhale against her ear. “I want you to come on my hand, Frankie, and know that next time you come for me, you won’t have to hold back. I’ll expect to hear your screams all over campus.” I press tightly against her clit while moving my fingers faster. “Now come.”

“God, yes,” she murmurs shakily, lost in carnal bliss.

Frankie’s body tenses, her entire frame rigid as she forces herself to hold back the moans threatening to spill from her lips. Her core tightens on my fingers, sucking me deeper inside her. I don’t let up, milking out every little spasm she has to give.

Ever so slowly, I pull out of her and take the fingers that were in her and dip them in my shake before licking them off.

“Delicious,” I murmur.

As the haze of pleasure begins to recede, Frankie looks up at us with wide eyes full of wonder and astonishment, her flushed cheeks and tousled hair painting a picture of utter debauchery. “I have to pee.” She scrambles over Leo and rushes down the aisle as quickly as possible.

“I think I might like you,” Bishop utters to me.

I look him straight in the eye. “And I know I’m going to hurt you.”

This time, Bishop remains quiet. Smart man.

Let’s see how long it takes them to notice our little shadow just left us here.

Chapter 16

Frankie

I’m going to kill them all—each and every one of them.

I crawled—yes, crawled—and shimmied my way out of a bathroom window, and then I had to hightail it back to campus and spend the next twelve hours hiding from anyone and everyone, all while my stomach growled fiercely.

The cherry on top of this shitty cake is that it has only been twenty-four hours since classes started.

Do I feel shame that I completely skipped Bishop’s class this morning? Only a little. Maybe a microcosm of regret. Honestly, I’ll deal with his meddling ass later. Right now, I have to meet with my fun new academic advisor and his not so fun teaching assistant.

I know how to handle people who don’t like me.

What I don’t know how to handle are people who want me. I’m not even going to dive into “like” because I don’t think any of them really like me. They want me, sure, but like?

I don’t think so.

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