Page 18 of His Fractured Girl

Booked? Would you mind telling me what it is that is taking priority over your grade?

Mr. Hunt,

I do not think it’s something I wish to discuss over email. I’ll be sure to come by during office hours and we can discuss the matter in person.

I look back upat the front of the room, not having a clue as to what Professor Maxwell is discussing, so I’ll be one of the many students reviewing Travis’s notes later on. When my phone buzzes with a text, I’m distracted once again.

Travis:You better not be trying to cancel on our date tonight. What don’t you want to discuss over email?

I’m biting back my grin, feeling the blush hitting my cheeks as I begin to type out my message.

Me:I didn’t want to discuss that I had plans to make out with my boyfriend tonight and am unable to complete the assignment.

As soon as I hit send, I regret calling him my boyfriend. One date doesn’t mean we’re in a committed relationship. But my worrying is all for naught as soon as I read his response.

Travis:God, I love the sound of that. Does that mean I can officially call you mine?

And I love the sound of that.

Me:I’d like to be yours.

The pitter-pattering in my chest is almost terrifying. My feelings are growing at an exponential rate, and I know I shouldn’t be diving headfirst into the deep end so quickly. But I can’t even stop myself at this point. The giddy feeling has taken over. The butterflies rioting in my stomach.

Travis:I wish I could kiss you right now.

Me too.

Me:I like your kisses.

God, I like them so much. And his fingers. His magical fingers that made me nearly pass out from the pleasure. I shift in my seat, trying to get comfortable. The panties I’m wearing need to be unglued from my skin, but I can’t exactly do that without people noticing. They may think I have an itch. But that’s not the kind of itch that needs to be scratched right now.

Travis:I can see you squirming in your seat, babe. As soon as class is over, I’ll make the ache stop.

Oh God. There’s another gush between my legs. I’m not sure I can wait until class is over. Not when he says things like that.

Me:How?

I know I’m a glutton for punishment, but I still press send.

Travis:I’m going to lick that pussy until the throbbing is gone.

I bite back my whimper, feeling the heat burning over me. If I don’t put my phone away, I’m going to come right in the middle of Professor Maxwell’s lecture.

Travis:Will you let me, Sophie? Will you let me put you up on my desk and kneel between your legs? Will you let me spread those sexy thighs wide and lick you right between your folds? Let me suck on that clit until you’re screaming my name?

I quickly grab my computer and my bag and rush out the door, unable to breathe inside that room. I take in a deep breath as I head toward the restrooms. Splashing some cold water on my face might help cool the fever.

There’s suddenly a force at my back, and I gasp out a yelp as an arm wraps around my waist, stopping me in my tracks. “I’ve got you, baby. I’m gonna make it go away.” I tremble in his arms, feeling him catch my weight. “Fuck, babe.”

It’s almost too much. The craving is consuming my strength, trying to take me down. I’m suddenly lifted from the ground and being carried, but not in the direction of his office. He takes us into an empty, dark lecture hall and places me right up on one of the desks.

“Travis, what if someone comes in?”

“It’s okay, babe.” He works to push my skirt up. “This room is under construction because of a leaky ceiling. No one’s coming in here.”

His fingers pull my panties to the side, and I moan as the cool air hits my flaming skin.

“God, you’re so swollen.” His thumb rubs over my clit and my body convulses to his touch. My head falls back on my shoulders as a cry of his name comes tearing from my throat, echoingout into the empty room. “It’s okay, angel. I’m going to make it better.”

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