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EVERLY

The world is a blur,and in one split second I go from standing my ground to bent over my professor’s desk.

Everything on the surface scatters around me in his haste. My bag is somewhere on the floor and even his laptop slides off and into his chair. I look up to see the wind shifting the trees outside the tempered-glass window in front of me and panic instantly seizes me.

What if someone sees us?

Woods seems to be in too much of a trance to care, but worry zings through my nerves. My wide eyes don’t leave the old pane until I realize it’s too textured to show the world anything other than blurry watercolors. Our faint wavering reflection isn’t even enough for me to see what he’s doing. All I can focus on is his hands on my skin, making me wonder what he’ll do next.

His palms are the only part of him that dare to touch me as he squeezes the side of my nape above my shirt’s collar and rests his other hand on my hip. He’s subtly threatening to force me to stay down if I move, but I’m too stunned to try to escape. My panting breaths push my chest up and down on the hard wood, and all I can manage is a husky squeak.

“What thefuck?”

“I knew you weren’t smart,” he growls into my ear. His spice and amber scent intoxicates me, and his warm breath makes me shiver down to my core. “Are you really dumb enough to antagonize me like this?”

Confusing desire and frustration spark inside my lower belly. His anger is a wick, and I force a huff of breathy laughter to try to diffuse a really,reallydangerous—tempting—idea that just flashed across my mind like a bomb.

“C-Come on, Woods. D-Don’t be mad. Who did I ‘blow’ to get into Graveston?’ Saying ‘your dad’ might have been a bad decision on my part, but you can’t say you didn’t walk into that one, babe.”

His deep chuckle rumbles through my back and pounds into my hammering chest.

“A bad decision from a bad girl. Bad girls get taught lessons, Everly. And you’re about to learn yours. Grab the desk.”

Oh, God, why does my stepbrother calling me a “bad girl” sound so hot?

Despite his accusation, I obey him without thinking, reaching to cling to the thick edge of his wooden desk. He shoves my sweater dress up until it bunches over my hips. A cool breeze wafts over my upper thighs, and my heart thumps against the desk. I’m tempted to squirm out of his hold, but when his warm palm grazes the bare skin at the small of my back, we both freeze.

I know whyIam stone-still. One reason is that I can’t believe this is happening. But did he finally register what he’s doing? Is that the only reason he stopped? I hope not, because the second reason I haven’t moved a muscle is because Idon’twant him to stop. Somehow, that surprises me more than anything else about this situation.

I’m dying for him to keep going, if only to vent this insane, forbidden chemistry that clouds the air between us. But his hand still rests just above the waistband of my tan, satin bikini panties.

God, please move.

His fingers twitch against my skin, as if they’re testing to see if I’ll flee. I hold my breath for so long my heartbeat begins to race behind my eyes.

Seconds go by, and just as my vision grows hazy at the edges from lack of oxygen, his grip around my neck loosens. His fingers caress the sensitive skin there before gliding along my spine over my clothes. I curl up to meet his palm like a cat in heat, and his other hand teases the elastic waistband of my panties before peeling them down. Anticipation builds in my chest, and I can’t help breaking the silence.

“Woods,” his name leaves my lips on a whimper.

“Don’t,” he murmurs back as my panties catch where my inner thighs touch. I’m not sure what he was trying to tell me, but I take it as a sign that he doesn’t want this to stop any more than I do, so I wiggle my hips, letting the satin fabric fall to the thick carpet rug.

“Fuck,” Woods groans like he’s in pain and his hips press against my outer thigh. It’s like he moves against his will, making me realize I’m just as irresistible to him as he is to me.

Even though he can’t see my expression, I hide a small grin of satisfaction. My smile only widens, though, as the bulge that I thought I saw earlier hardens into steel behind his slacks. I push back against him with silent encouragement. He smooths his hand over my ass before grabbing a cheek painfully, and his fingers graze my soaking core. Ever sinceProfessorWoods glared at me during roll call, my thirsty pussy has had a mind of her own.

He sucks in a breath and I hold mine, wondering how he’ll react to how much my body wants him.

“Goddammit. You’redripping.Jesus, Everly… what the fuck are you doing to me?”

What are you doing tome?

I bite my lip to keep from admitting the effect he has on me. He can feel my arousal on his fingers anyway?—

Smack!

“Woods!” I squeal at the sting still radiating on my ass from where my stepbrother slapped it. “What’re you doing?!”

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