Page 56 of Devilry

I know he’s right, but I’m too selfish, too horny for him, too fucking interested to be the voice of reason.

“Maybe we could see where it goes,” he suggests hesitantly. “I know you’ve got your job to worry about.”

“It’s not any more of a worry than your scholarship.”

Shy and needy, like a kitten, he curls himself around me and buries his head in the crook of my neck.

“I could pull out of the research project.”

Annoyed that we’re revisiting this, I pull away from him. “We discussed this already. That is yours. And for what? To see how good we can fuck?”

He flinches and I immediately regret my offhanded comment, knowing whatever it is between us has a little more depth than just sex. “I’m not worth a sacrifice that big, Elijah.”

“Well, if it’s just to see how good we fuck, maybe we should just get it over and done with,” he states. “Fuck and run.”

“And how’s that worked out for us so far?” I cup the back of his neck and bring his face closer to me. “One kiss turned into a blow job, and you think we’re going to be able to fuck and run?” The tone of my voice deepens as my eyes lock onto his wet lips. “All it did is make me want you more.”

“That’s the anticipation of sex talking,” he says. “Once you’ve had it, you would’ve had it all, and I’m sure you could walk away then.”

“You have no fucking idea, do you?”

“What?” he questions innocently.

I slide my hand up his thigh. “Once wouldn’t even come close to being enough.”

He grabs my hand and brings it up to his hard dick. “We need a solution, Cole.”

His breathing becomes shallow, and I know how easy it would be for me to slip my hand in his pants and bring him to the brink. Instead, I take the lead, make the decision, and give us a solution.

“I want you to know, I don't know what’s going to happen from here. I don’t have all the answers, but whether we only see each other in class or for the research project, nothing is going to stop me from wanting you.” He perks up, and my instincts tell me he loves to hear how much I want him. “But what we did, it changed things. It was like a taste tester and now I want the whole fucking meal.” I feel him get harder underneath my hand. “Let me take you out to dinner?”

He sobers quickly. “What?”

“My hand on your dick is okay, but when I mention dinner you freak out?”

“Outside this office?”

“One time isn’t going to kill anyone.” I rub firmly along his erection. “What's wrong with wanting to take a guy out for a meal before I try to slip it in?”

He laughs, his body relaxing in my hold, the mood shifting to exactly where we need it to be.

“Feed me, Cole.”

A loud groan erupts from the back of my throat and he laughs, the innuendo not lost on either of us. I take his mouth, my tongue swooping in and tasting every corner available to me.

I flick open the button on his pants, but he stops me. “What?”

“I don’t want you to start something we’re going to have to stop.”

“Fine.”

“It’s still early afternoon and I have a few things to finalize, especially if I’m going to be otherwise occupied later.” He stands, unabashedly adjusting himself. Sticking his hand in his back pocket, he pulls out his cell and throws it at me. “Text yourself from my phone and then text me the details for our date later.”

He throws a hand over his mouth, stunned at his slip up.

“I can take you out on a date,” I concede, not too worried about the right terminology.

“Really?”

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