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I nodded.

“Then you shouldn’t have worn jeans.”

I gasped, exasperated. I stood and ran to the bathroom while he chuckled. Once I got cleaned up, I returned.

George hadn’t budged, though, and when I went to take my seat, he grabbed me by the waist and hoisted me into his lap.

“Okay, back to it,” he said. He pointed out some constellations. I wriggled on his lap, but he spanked the side of my ass. In his deep bass, he said, “Kinsley…,” but that only made me wetter between my legs.

He loosened the button on my jeans casually with one hand. I leaned back against him, so he’d unzip them, but he didn’t. “And which one is that?”

“Um…Ursa Minor.”

“Correct.” He unzipped my jeans.

On my ear, his voice vibrated, “And that one?”

“Uh…Aquila?”

His hands stopped moving. “Wrong.”

I whimpered. “Aquarius?”

“Is that a question?”

“No. It’sAquarius.”

He pulled my fly open. “That’s my girl.”

The way he said it made my stomach do back flips. I wanted to be his girl. I didn’t know why. He pissed me off most of the time.

It went on like this: me correctly identifying constellations or formations, and him slowly digging his hand under my panties. By the time he had a finger on my clit, I was gasping for air.

“You want me to play with your pussy?”

I made some noise that seemed affirmative.

“Then tell me each of the constellations you see right there.”

As I named some breathlessly, almost unable to even see them, he began to forcefully fuck me with his thick finger.

“I can’t… I can’t name them all,” I cried out as I came on his hand, as he sucked on my neck.

“You get a B. Next time, be more prepared.”

He slipped his hand out of my jeans.

“Next time,yoube more prepared andtutorme!” I stood up and straightened myself.

“That’s exactly what I just did.”

“Take me home.”

“Gladly.”

He turned up the heavy rock on the way back to our town and neither of us spoke.

CHAPTEREIGHT

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