Page 37 of The Wrong Quarterback

Slow down, Parker.

Casey shivered, inhaling deeply. After a second, I leaned forward, my lips almost brushing hers.

“Breathe,” I murmured.

Her breath left her in a sexy gasp, and I inhaled, because I wanted her air inside me.

We stayed like that for a second, just staring at each other, until thebangof someone dropping a book nearby made her jump and jerk away.

I had the insane urge to find whoever had dropped that book…andmurderthem.

“Alright, Teach,” I grinned, leaning back in my chair, even though all I wanted was to scoop her into my arms. “So, you’re going to make sure that I don’t fail, huh?”

She licked her lips nervously, her fingers tightening around the pencil she was holding. I frowned when I saw her hand start to shake. As soon as she noticed me watching, she dropped the pencil, yanking her trembling hand into her lap.

I filed that away as something I needed to follow up with. If she had an injury, I needed to know how to help her.

I needed to knoweverythingabout her.

“I’m sure that’s not going to happen,” she said shyly.

“What?” I asked, realizing I’d missed something she’d said. Unacceptable. Her voice was just a little distracting, like a drug that could make me do anything.

“You’re not going to fail.”

I propped my chin on my fist and stared at her, amused…and a little entranced. “Why do you say that?”

She flipped through some more papers, clearly trying to distract herself from looking at me. It was so cute, how nervous she was. “You just seem like the kind of guy who’s very…capable.”

“I’m not sure that I’ve ever been described as ‘capable’ but I like it.” I picked up a strand of her hair and absentmindedly played with it.

“Do you have any work for me to look at so I can see what you need help with?” she asked, pulling her hair from my fingers and tossing it over her other shoulder and out of reach.

“Yes, right here,” I told her, grabbing the calculus assignment I’d brought with me. I was actually in calculus two years ago, so this was an old assignment. But there was no way she’d know that.

She picked up the paper, her brow furrowing as she scanned my answers. I’d intentionally changed a few things, to make it look believable.

“Okay, it looks like you’re having trouble here,” she mumbled, pointing at a section I’d intentionally messed up. “And this one too. But these are more algebra issues rather than calculus, so that will be easy to fix.”

I leaned forward, my arm brushing against hers again, just enough to make her flinch. “I don’t know…looks pretty hopeless to me,” I mused.

Her blush deepened, and she shook her head quickly. “No, it’s not…you just need to focus more on the structure here.”

I watched her closely as she talked, trying to sound professional. She was really struggling, though, her eyes darting up at me every few seconds, constantly fidgeting in her chair. She was doing everything she could toactlike this was just a normal tutoring session, but she wasn’t very good at faking that.

As she worked through mymistakes, I glanced over at her notebook. Her own homework was sitting there, half-done. It didn’t take long for me to spot some of her answers—ones that were wrong.

“Hold on,” she said, suddenly standing. “I’ll be right back, I—just need to run to the bathroom.” More like she needed a break from the sexual tension between us. But I wouldn’t call her out on that.

“Of course,” I told her, admiring what must be the world’s most perfect ass as she walked away. It was a rare thing when a backside was as good as a frontside. I was a lucky man.

The moment she’d disappeared around the corner, I reached over and grabbed her notebook. It didn’t take long to correct her mistakes—just a few quick fixes. I made sure to erase everything thoroughly, so she wouldn’t notice anything had been changed.

“Hi, Parker,” a breathy voice called my name right as I was finishing. I slowly set the pencil down and dramatically sighed in annoyance, just so the witch who had shown up wouldn’t miss it.

“McKenzie,” I finally said in a bored voice. The fact that she still was trying to get me to fuck her after the hot sauce incident was just another blaring sign that this chick was absolutely insane. There should be a neon sign attached to her head that warned all mankind that they should keep ten feet between their dicks and this girl at all times.

“That was a really good game this weekend. I mean—you were amazing,” she gushed, her voice ten times higher pitched than it normally was. Like I was supposed to be turned on by that.

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