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“So wet,” he croaks.

Yup. I am. And I can barely stay upright. Luckily, he’s gripping my butt with his other hand, holding me steadywhile he expertly fingers me. The pleasure builds to an excruciating point, until I’m swaying on my feet even with his strong grip on me.

He laughs huskily. “Hop up on the desk.”

I almost cry when he withdraws his finger, but I follow his orders and find an available surface, which is hard because there are computer monitors and gaming equipment all over his desk.

The second my ass connects with the solid wood, Fitz bunches the hem of my dress between his fingers. The calluses on his palms rake my bare legs as he drags the fabric up to my waist. His hungry gaze focuses on my pink bikini panties. Before I can blink, he’s tugging them off and tossing them aside.

I’m completely exposed to him now, and he eyes me like a man who’s just discovered a secret treasure.

“No teasing tonight.” There’s a note of desperation in my voice. “Just fuck me.”

He chuckles and goes to get a condom from his drawer. He eases his cargo pants and boxers down his hips until his penis springs free and slaps his washboard stomach.

“You are so sexy,” I breathe, staring at his thick erection.

The pressure between my legs intensifies. He’s so big and so male and I’ve never wanted anybody the way I want him.

Licking his lips, Fitz covers himself with the condom. When he grips the base of his erection, anticipation ripples through me.

I spread my legs wider.

Heat flares in his eyes. He steps into the cradle of my thighs and guides himself inside me.

And that’s when the door swings open and Hunter stumbles into the bedroom.

26

FITZ

“AW, WELL, THIS IS COZY.”

Summer and I freeze as Hunter makes a not-so-graceful entrance, staggering into my room without warning. And we have no choice but to remain frozen, because my ass is bare and my dick is buried deep inside her.

But Hunter doesn’t know that yet. From his vantage point, it looks like Summer is sitting on my desk and I’m standing between her legs. Bare-assed, sure, but I don’t think he’s picked up on that.

He is noticeably drunk. I’m talking wasted. His broad, muscular body weaves and lurches as he wanders around my room. His gaze briefly connects with mine, and I can see him struggling to focus his eyes. They’re hazy with intoxication. He finally stops at the foot of the bed, then spreads his arms and lets himself fall backward onto the mattress. He lands with a thump and starts to laugh.

He rises on his elbows and grins at me. Still hasn’t noticed that my ass is hanging out. “Fuckin’ hell, Fitz, your bed is way more comfortable than mine. Lucky bastard.”

Summer’s hands tremble on my waist. She slowly slidesthem off and flattens them on the desktop. Her pussy spasms around my still-hard cock. I don’t know if it’s intentional or involuntary, but I choke back a groan all the same.

“I just came from this party at Sigma Cow. Chow. Chi. SigmaChi.” He’s slurring now. “And my buddy was like, what do you mean you’re pissed at Fizzy? You grow a vagina or something?”

Summer shifts, and I give her a warning look. I’m waiting for the right moment to pull out. And it can’t be when Hunter’s gaze is on me like white on rice.

It takes several seconds to find my voice. “Dude, can we talk about this later? Maybe in private?”

“What are…” Hunter trails off. His eyes narrow. Then he laughs. “Are you inside her right now?”

“Get the fuck out,” I growl.

His shoulders shake with laughter. “You are. Jesus. That’s kind of hot.”

Screw it. Despite his gaze boring into me, I withdraw from the heat of Summer’s body and hastily tuck my dick in my pants, condom still on. Summer shoves her skirt down and hops off the desk. Two red splotches stain her cheeks.

“Aw, you didn’t have to stop on my account.”

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