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“It’s university policy.” My brows draw in as my voice drips with fake sympathy. “I’d hate to put notes in your advising record that you refuse to comply. It would be such a shame to tell your mother and my father you’re violating?—”

“Fine.” Her face is red from her rage. “Let’s get this over with.”

I smirk as we head out the door.

I’ve got her right where I want her.

CHAPTER 28

Evan

Once inside my office, I plug the extra monitor into my laptop and pull up her schedule. Lexi stands a few feet from the closed, locked door, arms folded over her chest, and scowls at me.

“You know, when you stand like that, you show a massive amount of cleavage.” I lick my lips as I openly stare at her chest. “Don’t wear skimpy tops like that again.”

“Unbelievable.” She stomps over to me, pointing her finger at my chest. “You don’t tell me?—”

I grab her wrist, tugging her forward. My other hand grips her hip, sliding her onto my lap so she’s straddling me.

“What the hell, Evan?” She plants her hand on my chest, pushing against me.

“Lexi, knock your bullshit off.” I adjust her so she’s sitting directly on my throbbing cock. Her breath hitches before heaving from her lungs. I grin, leveling her with a smug grin. “You know you’re attracted to me.”

Heat blazes in her eyes. “I’m not?—”

Grabbing the back of her head, my lips crash against hers, shutting her up. She protests, palms pushing against my chest. Ideepen the kiss, moaning into her mouth as I dig my fingers into her hips, dragging her over my cock.

Lexi whimpers, her hands fisting my shirt. I swallow the sound, inhaling her honeysuckle scent.

Reaching down, I pinch her nipples through her shirt. She gasps, arching her back and pushing her breasts into my hands.

I pull my lips away from hers. “Lemme suck on those gorgeous nipples, Lexi.”

She bites her slightly swollen lip. “We shouldn’t.”

Ignoring her words, I tug at her top, exposing her lacy bra. Pressing my lips against hers, my fingers tease her nipples through the thin, lacy fabric. A smile curls my lips as she grinds herself over my hard cock.

Breaking the kiss, I stand, and she wraps her legs around my waist, her eyes flying open. I shove my laptop out of the way, sitting her ass on the edge of my desk.

“Evan, we can’t?—”

I reach inside her bra, pulling one breast, then the other, free of the material. My lips crash against hers as I tease her nipples into hard points, tasting her whimpers and moans.

Pulling my lips from hers, I rain kisses down her neck and over her chest. “I don’t give a shit about can’t or shouldn’t. Because we sure as fuck can.”

Jesus, she has the nicest tits I’ve ever seen.

Sucking her nipple into my mouth, her gasp fills my ears as her hands run through my hair.

I move to her other nipple, teasing it with my tongue before biting at it. Her moan is the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.

My hands trail over her stomach to the button of her white shorts. I undo it, then pull down the zipper.

“Evan, what’re you doing?” she hisses.

Releasing her nipple with a pop, I look up at her. “What’s it look like?”

“Like you should stop.”

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