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I press my lips into hers, swallowingher cries as I continue to thrust into her as she turns to jelly in my arms, as she claws her way to climax.

“Chris! Oh my-” with a strangled cry, she shatters. Her pussy clenches around my cock, milking my climax out of me as I empty myself inside of her, while her orgasm tears through her.

For a few blissful moments, we stay like this, wrapped in each other's arms. My cock still balls deep inside of her. I lean into her, inhaling the soft scent of her hair, my lips pressing against her forehead as I speak; the words feeling like they’ve been sitting on my chest for too long. “Josie, I love you.”

His breath catches in her throat, as she rushes out. “I love you, too.”

My cock mindlessly hardens inside of her, making her eyes widen as she nibbles on the corner of her lip.

“Shit, more?” she cusses.

I growl, picking her up in my arms. “More.”

CHAPTER 14

JOSIE

“Finals are already killing me,” Marissa groans, leaning against my shoulder. Her head flops dramatically to the side, and I roll my eyes, trying to focus on the lines of my calculus book.

“Why are you freaking out?” I ask, flipping a page. “Finals are two and a half weeks away. Plenty of time to stress later.”

Marissa lifts her head just enough to give me a look of mock betrayal. “Easy for you to say, Miss Liberal Arts. Some of us are out here solving the mysteries of the universe.”

“And some of us are just trying to figure out how to pass this godforsaken STEM requirement,” I fire back, earning a snort from her.

Marissa leans over, her dark eyes glinting with mischief, and points at a problem in my calculus book. “Here, let me save you from impending doom,” she teases, sliding the notebook off the desk, and looking over the equation after scribbling a few things. “N equals 47.”

“What?” I snap, pulling the equation out of her hands, slumping back in my chair as I look over her handiwork, that I don’t understand at all. “How do you make it look so easy?”

“It’s the physics major superpower,” she quips, tapping the side of her head. “That, and I’ve done this problem a million times. Speaking of my sweet physic brain, Devin fucking sucks! He is totally undermining me…”

Her voice fades into the background as my thoughts wander, slipping into memories of the past few weeks. Instead of burying myself in studying for finals, I’ve been spending almost all my time with Christopher. Every stolen moment, every secret glance, every heated touch… it’s like I can’t get enough of him. It’s thrilling and terrifying all at once, and I’m not sure if I’m more addicted to the way he makes me feel or the chaos of it all.

But there’s something else—something I can’t shake. I’ve been feeling off lately. Nauseous in the mornings, headaches that won’t quit, and my body’s been more sensitive than usual—which could be from the fact that Chris has been fucking me until I’m sore—and my knees are wobbly. Or it’s just stress, because no matter how much Chris may love me, which is insane, our practices have been just as intense. He says he knows my limits and for some reason I believe him, even as my nerves are catching up with me.

Marissa waves a hand in front of my face. “Earth to Josie. Calculus-induced coma already?”

I blink, shaking my head, trying to shake off the fog that’s settled in my brain. I force a laugh, but it comes out a little more strained than I’d like. “Sorry, just... distracted.”

I try to focus, willing myself to pay attention, but just as I start to lose myself in the numbers again, my phone buzzes in mylap. I glance down at the screen and my heart skips a beat. The all-caps alert screams at me:

GO GET MOM FROM AIRPORT.

My eyes widen, and I almost curse out loud—Chris has been making damn sure I don’t slip into bad habits, and I’m trying to keep things clean. “Oh, shoot!” I say instead, my voice sharp as I startle, grabbing my phone and quickly shoving it into my bag.

Marissa looks up, catching the frustrated look that crosses my face, her eyes narrowing in concern. “What’s up?”

I toss my phone into my bag, grabbing my jacket from the back of my chair. “My mom’s here. I’ve got to go pick her up from the airport,” I say, quickly gathering my things.

“Tell Mama Dukes I said hi. My dad should be here in the next two hours or so to drive me back to Boston,” Marissa adds with a grin.

I glance at her, forcing a smile. “Will do. You have a good time with your dad. I’ll catch you later.”

She winks at me. “Happy Thanksgiving,” she says with a teasing smile.

I roll my eyes, shaking my head, but I can’t help the small smile that tugs at my lips. “Yeah, yeah. See you later, Mar.”

I pull up to the airport, panic settling in my stomach. I glance at the clock on the dashboard—just barely enough time to make it to theterminal, and I’m sure I’m late.

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