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“What’s wrong? I thought you missed me.”

His brows pull together, his mouth opening and snapping shut like he’s choking on what lie he wants to tell me before he finally settles. “You’re full of shit, Slade. Why would I miss you?”

The challenge in his voice sparks a war of irritation and arousal that prickles across my skin and makes my smile turn dangerous.

“Do I need to remind you?”

I’ve almost forgotten that there’s someone else in the room until the sound of a phone clattering to the floor draws both of our eyes to him. Apparently Luca startled himself into answering, too.

“I… he… Oh, Zandy, I promise I didn’tlethim in.” Luca is staring with wide eyes between Zander and myself, and I can’t help how smug I feel, especially after I’msurehe told himself he was going to make sure I couldn’t get into the dorm. “He knocked and then came in, and I…”

“Don’t blame your roommate,Zandy.” I draw the nickname out, rolling my eyes. “I think you and I both know I’m good at getting exactly what I want.”

“You aren’t getting anything.”

“You say that.” His face is already flushing as I step toward him, and a low sound tears from his throat when I shove him back against his door in a perfect mirror of what I did the first time we were in the room together. “I think you like when I get what I want.”

“What the fuck are you doing, Kerian?” He sounds as aroused as he does offended, and I love the little hitch of his breath when I step closer. “Luca isrightthere.”

I lean in, lowering my voice to a growl that I know still permeates the air. I don’t give a shit if there’s someone in the room. “If you don’t want to scar him for life, you should probably just give in.”

“Give in to what, Slade?” He’s already trying to inch around me, like I made the trip all the way over here with any intention of leaving empty-handed.

“Dimples, you’re either coming with me or I’m going to make you beg for my dick in your ass right here, right now.”

He stares at me, wide-eyed, and I feel it when his cock twitches in his jeans.

“I can just go. I, uh…” Behind us, Luca sounds absolutely mortified, and I have to admit the thought of fucking Zander in front of him is hot as hell.

“No… no, why don’t you stay? I can show you exactly whatZandylikes.” I start to slide my fingers down his chest, and I’m impressed that Zander holds a brave face until I get to the top of his jeans, dipping beneath his shirt and dragging my blunt nails roughly across his abs.

“Oh… fuck,” he groans, his fist slamming against the door. When I shift my wrist and start to tease beneath the fabric, he shoves me back enough to grab my hand and firmly jerks it down to his side. “Fine.Fuck. We can go talk in the hall.”

“It’s cute that you think that’s all we’re doing.” I twist my hand in his, wrapping my fingers around his wrist and looking over my shoulder as I yank him out the door. “ByeLuca.”

“Should I call security?” Luca asks in a small voice, and a snort of laughter escapes me when Zander sighs.

“No.”

“Okay…” He sounds so concerned, and I’m more than happy to shut the door in his face. Zander actually tries to stop us in the hallway, and I shift my grip from his wrist to the back of his neck, stepping closer to him so I can drop my voice to another soft, husky whisper.

“Listen, you’re going to come outside and get in my car. If you fight it, I’ll make sure everyone in your dorm knows what you sound like when you moan.”

He stares at me helplessly, and I’m surprised how drawn I am to the way his eyes are so wide and the stubble on his cheeks can’t quite hide the pink chasing across his skin.

“If you’re going to fucking kidnap me, you could at least tell me where we’re going.”

To fuck. I’d come here to take him so we could fuck. I wasn’t sure if I was trying to get him out of my system anymore, but after the tension running through my body for the last few days, after the memory of his tight mouth on my cock only made me want to see how good it would feel to bury myself in his ass… I know if I don’t get him naked soon, I’m going to end up doing something stupid.

Apparently I hadn’t managed soon enough, though, because my thoughts are slipping. Maybe I’m not finished making him blush, or maybe I like the way he squirms when I talk dirty to him. I could tell myself I was making sure I got into his head before his next game just so I could laugh when he fucked up…

But the truth is, I’m not done listening to the way his voice goes a little higher when I fluster him in public. I’m not finished watching him struggle with trying to tell me how much he doesn’t want me while his body shows me exactly how much he does.

I want to push him to the limit until hebegsme to take him back to my place so I can tear him apart.

I’m notdonewith Zander Braithe yet, and a part of me worries that if I fuck him, this tension and palpableneedbetween us will fade.

Which means…

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