Page 11 of Sinful Touch

Does she think she is better than me?

Does she think she can get someone better than me?

No fucking way, game on, Liliana Silver, game fucking on.

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Jaxon

Ipull up to my normal parking spot behind the college.

I watched her interaction with Chad; he advanced, and she turned him down. He made her a promise, a promise that made me sick to my fucking stomach.

I thought the ride back to campus would calm me down but it hasn’t, all I can think about is bringing to life whatever the fuck she is writing, and all I can picture is punching Chad in the motherfucking face and telling him to back off.

Fuck, I don't know why I am acting like this, but I can’t turn it off, I can’t run from it. the more I watch her, the more I fucking need her.

I swing my leg over and remove my helmet. I place it on the back of my bike and make my way to the back of the school. It is late, but there are still some other professors here getting ready for the next class or grading papers.

I open the back door and walk inside, unzipping my jacket.

Luckily for me, my office is the closest to the back door, so it is easy for me to come and go as I please.

I take in a deep breath as I stop at my door. It is already slightly open, and I can see the light from my desk. I slowly push the door open. Sitting on my couch is Lil. She must have circled back once she left the library.

She is writing something in her notebook as I approach the office and close the door behind me.

She looks up from her notebook and closes it setting it on her lap.

“Hey,” She says with a small smile.

“Hey,” I say back as I make my way over to the front of my desk, I sit on the edge of the desk and cross my arms over my chest.

Seeing her right now is not making my obsession any less, and my jealousy for what Chad said to her is through the fucking roof right now.

“I need your help with something,” She confesses to me.

“Okay,” I say as calmly as I can.

“I am writing this scene for my paper, and I was wondering if you could look it over for me,” She asks, looking at me. Oh fuck.

I nod and watch her get up from the couch and make her way over to me, but all I can fucking picture is how gorgeous she would be crawling across the floor with a gag in her mouth.

I take in a deep breath she stops in front of me and hands me over the notebook.

I scan over the two paragraphs she is working on. Lucky for her, she chose a piece of paper that doesn’t mention names, at least not the names of the characters. I do see, however, that this scene is a praise kink scene; by the way, the MMC is saying good girl to the MFC.

I don't know why the fuck she thinks she needs my help with this part; from what I am scanning over, she has it handled perfectly, actually.

I look up from the notebook to see Lil looking at me. Her breathing is stable and even. Her blue eyes are deadlocked onto me, waiting for me to speak. Her hoodie is wet from the rain, and her breathing is stable and even.

“I think it is a good scene,” I confess to her.

“Really?” She asks in a surprised voice.

I slowly nod as I place the notebook on my desk. I turn and look at her; there is still surprise in her eyes at my response to what I read. Her confidence in herself I can tell is very fucking low, and I don't like it, I don't like it at all.

“I would maybe use a few different words with the dirty talk, but except for that, it is good, Lil,” I confess to her, seeing he eyes light up with my confession.

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