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“And I want to say this.” I closed the door behind me. “If another man puts his hand up your skirt, you'll have to clean up my image after. Because I’m going to jail.”

“Miles….”

“It’s the truth. Do you like me?”

She sighed. “Of course I like you. You know that.”

Good.Because I’m fucking obsessed with you.

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Miles

A Great View From The Study Room

The view outside of the windows was fantastic. Cleo’s lips parted as she walked up to the windows. The whole KYU campus and miles and miles of pure Oklahoma stretched beyond it. “Woah,” she whispered. “That is a view.”

“There’s a better one right in front of me,” I told her.

“Ha.”

“I’m serious.” I ran a hand over her waist, and she glanced up at me, finally relaxing once she was away from peering eyes. “It’s a damn good view, but having you in front of me beats it, over and over again.”

The smile that touched her lips made my chest squeeze, and she leaned up to kiss me.

But that’s not what I snuck her away for.

I tipped her head back and deepened the kiss. “Do you know why this is called the ate floor?”

“The eighth floor?” She frowned, puzzled. “Because it’s the…eighth floor?”

“No. The ate floor.”

Keeping eye contact with those gorgeous caramel eyes, I sank to my knees.

Her hand flew to her mouth. “Miles.”

I wrapped my hand around her thigh and pulled her close. Her light green skirt was inches away from me, and I stared, transfixed. In a smooth motion, I inched up the fabric.

“Can you be quiet, vixen?” I murmured.

“Miles.” She swallowed hard. “This is a public place.”

“Old library,” I replied, leaning in to kiss between her legs.

The way she breathed out was everything to me. The catch in her breath was music to my ears, and I grinned, kissing her panties again. Cleo tried to press her thighs together, but that was just cutting our time. She could stick to the rules as closely as she wanted. I knew what her body craved.

“Cameras,” she tried to add.

“No cameras and we have thirty minutes,” I said, bringing up the skirt again until I caught sight of the beautiful, lacy white panties. Angel white for my redheaded vixen. I drew out the torture, pressing my tongue against the fabric, and Cleo whimpered. A smirk crossed my face. “Vixen, I’m not going to ask you again. Can you be quiet?”

“I—I—”

“Silent. Not quiet.”

Cleo didn’t say anything but when I gazed up at her, her lips were parted, her eyes wide, and I knew she wanted it as badly as I did. Slowly, she nodded, and my cock throbbed in my pants.

I slipped up her skirt as far as I could, easing it over her thighs. Inhaling her scent was second nature, and damn, was itdelicious. And no tights, no leggings, just her bare legs. I kissed her thigh, enjoying the sound of Cleo struggling above me, trying to adhere to my requisition.

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