Page 8 of Sinful Touch

I honestly don't know how to tutor him about the paper we are working on. I am guessing he has a lot of experience with sex; all he has to do is write it down; maybe it is the layout on the paper that I can help him with.

I will stick to the facts, and make sure we don't talk about the topic that will be right between us, Sex.

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Jaxon

When I asked her to tutor the kid, I didn’t mean fucking today. I definitely didn't mean for her to meet up with me tonight. Fuck.

But she took it as if I wanted her to start now.

For fuck sake.

I pull up down the street from the library and turn off my bike; the weather is not as stormy tonight; it is drizzling, and the wind is picking up, but not like it was the other night. The blackness has taken over the city again, but it doesn’t care. This city is always alive. Living up to the nickname the city that never sleeps.

I take in a deep breath as I get off the bike and remove my helmet. I turn and set it, then turn back and look at the library. If I knew her, and I do, she would choose the closest table to the door, making it easier for Chad to find her.

I run across the street and make my way to the side of the building. A large metal box props open the side door. Whoever is working tonight likes to take enough smoke breaks that they have become lazy and just leave the metal box.

I shake my head as I grab the door and slide past the metal box. I slowly make my way up the stairs and down the first book aisle. I continue to make my way through the library, looking down each aisle; I make my way to the next and stop dead in my tracks, backing up enough that the end of the bookcase shields me from being seen.

I look around the bookcase and see Lil sitting at a table in the middle of the room but still close enough to the front door. Okay, I got that little detail wrong, but she did choose a table where she knew Chad would be able to find her easily.

What is the fun in that?

Chad is making his way to the table, taking the seat directly across from her. He sets his bag down on the floor and leans over, looking over her.

Fuck, bad fucking idea Fox.

It bugs me to my core, knowing that she was waiting for him, and now he is sitting across from her.

This was my bad fucking idea, Having her tutor him. Why the fuck did I ask her to do this? Because I wasn’t thinking, that is why.

She continues to look at him as he sits back in his seat. He starts to ask her questions, looking her over with his curious eyes.

My chest is tight, my hands are in fists, and my heart races as I watch them from the shadows.

I slowly make my way closer, making sure that the bookcase can hide my tall figure. I just want to hear what the fuck they are saying, or I should say what he is saying to her.

“So, what exactly do you need help with?” Lil asks Chad softly.

“I don't know,” He responds in an irritated tone.

He is the one that got himself to this fucking point; writing a paper about a sexual interaction should not be that fucking hard for the playboy.

“You don't know?” She asks in a curious voice.

“That is what I said, Lil; I don't know,” He snaps at her.

My blood runs hot as he looks her over again, but she doesn’t even flinch at his tone. From what I overheard when she was talking to her mother, I guess she is used to getting snapped at.

Liliana, her name to him is fucking Liliana.

I take in a deep breath as I keep my eyes on her.

“Are you having issues because of the scenes on the paper or the layout?” she asks calmly.

“Layout,” Chad snaps.

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