Page 15 of Bump and Run

“Ellie…” He raises his brow. “We had a deal.”

“Yeah, I know, but I have an audition on Friday so I’ll be rehearsing in Talon Hall tonight until eight.”

“Ahh,” he smiles. “Then I’ll meet you there at eight.”

“That works.”

Junior takes a purposeful step closer to me. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“What question?”

He releases the strategic grip on his towel but he keeps it pinned to his waist. His cock slides out from between the ends, still hard as stone, pointing just an inch or two from my hand. “Do I do the same to you?”

I swallow the desire down my throat. “Do you give me a raging hard-on? I can’t say I’m equipped for it.”

“You know what I mean.” His eyes fall down my body. “Don’t lie. I can tell.”

“You can tell?” I parrot back.

“Oh, I can tell a lot just by looking at you, Ellie.”

I scoff. “Like what?”

“Like how you’re definitely not a virgin. You didn’t even flinch when I removed my towel.”

“You found a non-virgin on a college campus?” I mock. “You’re fucking magical.”

“You also touched me without even hesitating,” he continues. “Tells me you know exactly what to do with it and honestly, I’m dying to find out what you can do.”

“Oh, really?”

“Really.”

“Fat chance.”

He chuckles. “You also said you wouldn’t blush when you thought of me flirting with you. Did you?”

I open my mouth to lie but my gut stops me. He’s expecting a denial but that would just prove his point and telling the truth would only vindicate him.

“Your silence is very loud, Eliza Pierce,” he says, briefly flashing his entire groin at me as he re-wraps his towel. “Makes me wonder how loud you can be in other ways.”

“I guess we’ll see.”

“I guess we will.” He slides back towards his locker and pulls out his clothes. “You’re willing to stay and watch me get dressed, if you want.”

“Nope.” I brush past him, catching a quick whiff of his fresh deodorant, possibly some lingering cologne in the air as well. Fuck, he smells good for a sweaty manwhore.

“I’ll see you tonight, then. Wait…”

I pause near the door, spinning back in a huff. “What now?”

Junior follows me to the door, clutching his towel as he reaches for the handle. “Hang on…” He gestures for me to stand back and he opens the door, peeking out into the hallway like a professional look-out. “It’s clear. Wouldn’t want daddy to see you walking out of here, would you?”

My lips curl on their own. “Thanks,” I say. “That’s very thoughtful.”

“You sound surprised.”

“I am a little.”

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