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Gym Girl:I'm really good at my job.

Me:Nicely done. Also, I’m learning lots from your book.

Me:Though I didn't need it to know how much you like having my hand around your neck.

Gym Girl:I'm not much for jewelry, but it does make a nice necklace.

Gym Girl:What else?

Me:Some things are better experienced.

Gym Girl:There's an oral exam.

Me:Tonight?

Gym Girl:Your place?

Me:I'll be waiting, baby.

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By the time I get home, I'm riled up to the point of pain. I end up rubbing one out in the shower to avoid nutting in my pants the second Indi walks through the door.

She traipses across the apartment, feigning innocence but exuding pure sex. “Hey.”

A pleated skirt in the darkest shade of blood red swishes around her lower half, flaring and receding with every step. I imagine how it'd look draped across my thighs. What it'd be like to have her ride my cock as long and as hard as she wants. Taking me however she wants.

“Landon?” I peer up from that sinful skirt to the bratty, knowing look in her eyes.

“Come here,” I command, wrenching my shirt over the back of my head by the collar with a single hand.

Indi stops in response, going doe eyed. A pursed smile—tinted the same color as her skirt—tugs at one corner of her lips when I approach, the strides slow and steps calculating. She backpedals at the same pace. “No!Landon…”

Holding up a finger and giving me her best stern tone doesn't work this time. I lunge at her. She laughs and breaks into a barefooted sprint across the living room, veering off to the side with a squeal.

“Just wait a second!”

My arms capture her waist and hoist her over my shoulder. The smartass delights in the rough gesture. “You like being thrown around, Indi?”

“You tell me, Radek. You're the one that's been studying.”

I flip up her skirt and slap her exposed ass cheek hard enough to leave a handprint. “That mouth's always getting you in trouble,” I state, walking us to the kitchen. “It's only quiet when it's chock full of my dick.”

Indi responds with a gasp before I toss her onto the marble island, bare thighs landing with an audible smack. She doesn't let go of her tight grip on my nape and holds my hips captive between her legs. “Are you ever gonna say 'hello' like a normal person?”

I kiss the adorable wrinkle of concern between her eyebrows. “When you stop teasing me, maybe.” My lips stroke down the slope of her nose, the curve of her cheekbone, and the angled edge of her jaw. “I've been waiting patiently.”

She clings to me as we exchange excited, pleasured hums, giggling when I undo two buttons from her shirt to trace the top rounds of her tits with the tip of my nose. Taking a breath of her in sends me spiraling into a moan. “You always feel so fucking incredible.”

Indi pulls me from her chest by tugging the roots of my hair. “Pop quiz, Landon.” Her eyes flick to the counter behind me. “Is that wine?”

I don't have to look to know. “It is.” I put it there. Like bait.

“Can I have a taste?”

“Fuck yes, you can.” I loosen my grasp and turn to grab the bottle. The biggest fucking smirk stretches across her face, dimples cratering into her cheeks as I pour us both a glass. Her tongue clicks when I hand it to her. “What happened?”

One of her full brows lifts as she wets her lips. “And you were gloating about knowing what I liked. I asked for ataste, Radek.” My eyes narrow at the glass in her hand. “Watch and learn.” Indi takes a large sip, then palms my neck in a swift swoop to draw us close.

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