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I weave through the crowded hallways, spotting Lil just ahead. She slips into the lecture hall, and I follow. Inside, she settles into a seat near the back.

I wait until the professor arrives before casually taking the seat next to her, effectively trapping her. “Fancy seeing you here, princess.”

I won’t and can’t give her a chance to escape.

Lil jumps in her seat, whisper-yelling as the professor starts the lecture. “What are you doing?”

I give her my most charming smile. “What, I can’t sit in on a lecture? Don’t worry, I’ll be on my best behavior.”

She frowns, clearly wanting me to leave. But she doesn’t say it. I’ll take that as a win.

Resting my arm on the back of her chair, I relax and prepare for her to shoo me away. But again. Nothing. I’ll take that as a second win.

I whisper into her ear. “Now, care to tell me why you haven’t been coming to watch me practice again?”

It’s a good thing she has her hair up because I can see the hair on her neck standing out and goosebumps erupting on her skin. Skin that undeniably is missing my mark.

“Did I do something to offend you, princess?”

“Shh, the class has started,” she whispers back harshly.

I settle back in my seat. She’s avoiding the subject, but I’m not done yet.

The lecture drags on, and she refuses to look at me. I take the opportunity to admire her profile, the slope of her nose, and the curve of her lips. Desire coils in my gut as I imagine those lips wrapped around my cock as she kneels before me and those beautiful eyes locked with mine. Oh, the things I want to do to her. The things I will do to her.

See what you do to me, princess? I never had this with other girls.

Let’s see if I can make you at least look at me. I rest my other hand on her bare thigh. Her body jerks and a little whimper escapes her lips.

“Everything okay over there?” The professor looks in our direction.

“Yes, sorry. I had to sneeze.” I doubt he’ll believe me, but he continues.

Lil’s face and neck are as red as a tomato. Adorable.

I rub slow circles on her inner thigh as her breaths become shallower, and she struggles to pay attention to the lecture. You can’t fool me, princess. My fingers trace higher, and—

“Stop.” Lil grabs my hand in a vice grip.

My breath tickles her ear. “Make me, princess.” I turn my head, catching those mesmerizing eyes of hers. If we weren’t in this stuffy lecture hall, I’d have her against the wall, my lips devouring hers until we’re both breathless.

But I can’t. Not here. Not now. I’ve pushed her enough for one day.

Slowly, I withdraw my hand from her thigh, the heat of her skin lingering on my fingertips. I force myself to face forward, pretending to give a damn about whatever the professor is droning on about.

She’s biting her lip, her hand still hovering where mine was seconds ago. Is that… disappointment on her face? Fuck, I can’t tell if she’s relieved or frustrated that I stopped.

The lecture goes on, but she’s frozen in place, and her pencil remains suspended above her notepad, not a single word scrawled across the page. Her mind is elsewhere. On me? The thought sends a thrill through me.

The minutes drag by, and I imprint every little movement in my mind. The way she tucks a stray lock of hair behind her ear or the way she worries her bottom lip with her teeth.

When the lecture finally ends, I’m on my feet in an instant. Lil is slower to rise, gathering her things with deliberate movements.

My princess can’t avoid me forever.

I block her path as she tries to leave the lecture hall. “Not so fast, princess. Your phone, please.”

She clutches her bag tighter, her eyes narrowing. “Why do you want my phone?”

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