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He’d want control.

And in my head, or maybe even in reality—who was I kidding? Most definitely in reality—I would trust him. I did trust him. Enough to hand over control because everything was so different with him. I am different with him.

“I’ve been watching you, too, little girl,” he’d say as he neared the edge of the bed. “I come again and again thinking about you right where you’re lying down.” His words would send a shiver down my spine, and my skin would fill with goose bumps.

“You have any idea how many times I’ve groaned your name into that pillow you’re resting that pretty little head of yours?” The mattress would dip with his weight. I’d turn off my side and with my free hand, cup my breast.

“Show me those pretty tits,” Andres would order. His gaze intense, he’d lick his lips. Make me want his mouth on mine. That square jaw clenched tightly like he was holding on by a thin thread, and it would only spur on my need to please him.

To give him everything because I know he will give it right back.

“Show me how fucking pretty you are.” And I’d do as he asked. Deep in my fantasy, my inhibitions dropped, and I took my top off, setting it on his pillows. My breath shuddered the moment my skin touched his cool sheets.

This is wrong. So wrong.

I was basically topless, in the bed of a man who I hadn’t even kissed yet. I was a stalker. A creeper. But nothing mattered in that moment. God, his bed was comfortable! It smelled likehim. I writhed and squirmed wishing I’d taken my clothes off completely. I pulled on my rigid nipple, feeling the tug all though my body. My clit pulsed.

“Play, pretty girl,” he’d demand. “Show me how you get off.” His lips would hover over mine, and our breaths would mingle and fuse into one. I swallowed as my toes curled. “Show me how you want me to get you off.”

The fantasy was too real in my head. I couldn’t get myself to stop. My fingers sawed between my lips as I rubbed my clit, teasing my entrance.

“Such a good girl,” Andres’ voice rasped in my imagination.

His praise was everything to me.

He’d say all sorts of filthy, dirty things.

I had a feeling Andres Montoya would be a great dirty talker, goading me on, tipping me closer and closer to the edge, making my toes curl. Before I knew it, my skin was slick with sweat, the sound of my fingers working in and out of my body until I was panting echoing in the room. Riding higher and higher until I was breathless and everything inside of me coiled up tightly. My thumb pressed down on my clit with just enough pressure it tipped me over the edge.

I gasped, crying out Andres’ name, and my eyes shut as fireworks blasted in beautiful colors behind my eyes and pleasure wracked through every inch of me. I trembled when I slowly came down from the bliss I’d just experienced and slowly caught my breath. My eyes felt heavy and my body almost boneless.

I was about to drift off when I heard it. The front door opened and closed.

“Shit,” I whispered to myself, then quickly grabbed the shirt and tossed it on. I could hear Andres on the phone. His deep voice echoed through the quiet house, and I went and slipped into his closet.

The bed! I should have hid under his bed.I stayed quiet, wondering if my heart could be heard with how hard it pounded inside my chest. It wasn’t until I heard him go to the bathroom that I slipped out of his room and his house.

Somehow, miraculously, never being seen by him.

It wasn’t until I got home that I looked down and realized I didn’t have my own T-shirt on.

Nope. In the rush of getting out unnoticed, I’d grabbed his!

Well, shit!

CHAPTER 7

ANDRES

I smiledthe moment I stepped out of the bathroom. She’d been in my house. My sweet little sassy bookworm had snuck in. Even if I hadn’t been watching her closely through the security cameras of the library, I would have known she’d been here. The sweet scent of her fruity perfume clung to the air. My smile grew broader.

She snuck in.

She had been walking around the athletics building the day before.

She was curious about me.Is she stalking me like I am her? Is she as curious and needy for every bit of information she can get her hands on, like I am?

I strolled into my room. Knowing she had been in there made everything inside of me come alive. But I stopped. There was something different. I could feel it. I tried to think about what the space looked like in her eyes. I hadn’t made the bed. Did she think I was a slob? That was when I breathed in and knew.

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