Page 56 of For Crosby

She laughed. “We have time.”

“Fuck.” I jolted up, taking Sabrina with me. “What time is it?”

“What?”

I reached for my phone on my nightstand. Six o’clock. “I start my new job tonight.”

“You’ve got a job?”

I’d been so caught up in Sabrina showing up that I’d forgotten my shift began at seven. “Yeah. Working security at the psych building.” I rolled out from under her and raced to my dresser. “I need cash. I wouldn’t be able to take you out if I didn’t have any, would I?”

She rolled onto her side and propped herself up on her elbow. “You planning on taking me out?”

I stared down at her towel-clad body sprawled out on my bed, eating up her good looks. “Is that a trick question?”

She shook her head.

“Well, if I’m being serious…I’d rather keep you holed up here with me a hell of a lot more.”

She tossed back her head and laughed.

“So, you don’t wanna kick me in the balls for saying that?”

She shook her head. “I respect your honesty. Especially now that I know you’re serious and not just trying to get in my pants.”

“Oh, I’m definitely trying to get in your pants,” I assured her.

She laughed again, this time beckoning me closer with her index finger.

I walked over, stopping at the side of the bed. She beckoned me even closer. I bent down so we were at eye level. “Maybe when you get back you can show me what you had in mind.”

“Seriously? Are you trying to kill me?”

She tucked her lips to stop from laughing and shook her head.

“You don’t say something like that to a guy right before he needs to get ready to leave.”

“Why not?”

I grabbed her hand and moved it to the crotch of my boxers. “This is not how I want to show up for my first night on the job.”

She squeezed my dick gently, gliding her hand up and down the hardened length of it, sending my body into overdrive.

I wanted her to keep at it. God, I wanted her to keep at it. But I needed to get ready to go. I needed to be on time. I needed to show I was responsible enough to hold down a job.

I stared down at her, contemplating the right move.

What was five minutes?

I sprang forward and climbed on top of her, crushing her body into the mattress. Her yelp was captured by my lips. And for the next five minutes, I didn’t let her come up for air, making it perfectly clear if I’d be left hot and bothered all night, so would she.

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By two in the morning, I realized why the job working security in the psych building had still been available. I wanted to pull my fucking hair out. I roamed the dark hallways. I made multiple cups of coffee and sat on the couch in the first-floor library. I checked that doors were closed and locked too many times to count. It was shaping up to be a long few weeks.

I sat down by the front door, kicking my feet up on a table and pulling out my phone. I wondered if Sabrina had fallen asleep after I’d left. I couldn’t erase the thought of her from my mind. The whole idea of us was nuts, but I think that’s why it worked. She had sass and confidence and I had that cocky edge girls pretended to hate but really loved. They liked a challenge. And I could definitely be a challenge.

The only thing that could fuck it up for us was reality—the rest of the school returning in three short weeks. Or my teammates returning even sooner for our games.

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