Page 19 of Tutored By the Smart Girl

I take a calming breath and open the math book. “Turn to page 96. Section B. I hope you studied these.”

How am I going to get through an entire session with Rush? On his bed? In his sweatpants that fit a little too snuggly for my comfort.

6

Rush

By the time my bedroom is filled with the sweet aroma of Adison’s hair or body wash — strawberries— I’m about ready to rip off my sweatpants and make her mine.

Adison flips her long ponytail behind her shoulder while she studies the math book. “You understood the formulas, right?” She bites her nail and doesn’t lift her eyes from the book.

“Yeah, I get it.” My stomach lets out a growl.

She looks at me and her eyebrows raise. “Hungry?”

I grin. “Math. Works up an appetite.”

Adison checks her watch. “I could go grab some sandwiches from Polly’s and bring ‘em back.”

“You’d do that?”

“Sure. I’m hungry too and it’s going on noon already.”

I point to my dresser. “Grab my wallet and I’ll get you some cash.”

She picks up the wallet and instead of handing it to me, she opens it.

“Hmmm.” She gives me a devious look and peeks through it. “Driver’s license. That’s good.”

I shake my head and smirk. “You better watch out. You don’t know what you’ll find in there.”

“School I.D.” She removes the card and peers at it. “Meh. Your picture isn’t your best.” She grins. “Obviously not your best side.”

“Is that so?”

“Oh, you’re a faithful customer at The Campus Cup.” She examines the card. “Two more punches and you get a free coffee.”

“Come on,” I urge with a wave of my hand. “Hand me the wallet.”

“Oh, is this a secret compartment?” She waggles her eyebrows. “Oh my. What have we here?” She pulls out a condom and holds it up. “As they say, no glove, no love, right?”

I smirk. “That mouth of yours,” I grit out. I ache to get my hands on her.

“Cover your stump before you?—”

“I’m warning you,” I tease. “You’re giving me ideas.” All this taunting about sex has my dick paying attention.

She tosses me the wallet and wanders over to my bookshelf which is full of my collection.

“A reader, huh?” She runs a finger along the spines and it’s almost erotic how reverent she is to them.

“Football players can read too, you know.”

She laughs. “Oh, and even some with words and not just pictures. Impressive."

“Smart ass,” I mumble.

She pulls a book from the shelf. “Oh, this is a good one.”

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