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“I’m not into dudes,” he finally hisses in complete contradiction to what his body is doing.

“Never said you were.” My fingers give his cock one slow, teasing stroke. That sexy as fuck low sound catches in the back of his throat again, making his pulse jump and my body shudder. “But you sure as fuck want me right now, don’t you?”

“Idon’t.”

It’sinfuriatingthat he won’t just admit it—I could have him on his knees with his lips around my dick right now and he’d probably love it.

But…

There’s also something about the challenge flaring in his eyes, the vehement denial even though it’s obvious we both know he’s lying.

There’s something about thegamethat he’s starting. The one he won’t be able to win.

It makes me want him even more.

My hand leaves his cock and I grab his wrist, bringing it up to my mouth. He’s still shocked, and his mouth actually drops open when I deliberately spit into his palm and shove him away from me.

“What thefuck, Kerian?”

“Thought you might want something to use when you fuck yourself while thinking of me after I leave, Dimples.”

I grin, reaching around him to snatch his phone off the table. The asshole doesn’t even have a password, so it’s easy to punch my number in and send myself a text before I toss it back onto his bed.

He’s still staring at me with an open mouth and a red face, and I know I’m fucked.

Absolutely obsessed.

Iwanthim, and I’m not going to stop now until he’s on his knees admitting he lied, admitting he was wrong.

Admitting my dick is the only thing that can make him come.

Fuck, it sounds like a good time to me.

“I’mnotinto you, you crazy asshole.”

He says it, and he sounds like he means it… but his cock is still hard and he hasn’t wiped my spit from his palm. I throw him a wink and turn my back on him.

“Keep saying it, Dimples. I don’t think your dick believes you.”

He’s sputtering when I open the door.

My body is humming with anticipation when I step out of Zander’s dorm room and down the hall, and I know somewhere in the back of my mind it’s probably not the best idea. I should just let this go—I should just lethimgo, but I know I won’t.

I’ll do anything to make him admit he wants me.

He called me crazy.

I’m willing to show him exactly how crazy I can get.

Speaking of… The blonde bitch he was staring at before hops out of a pristine red VW Beetle, beeping her keys and half running into the arms of the guy she was with on the field.

Good.

It means she’s not going to Zander’s room. I want to know he’s in there right now with those skilled hands wrapped around his dick.

And I want to know that the only thing he can think about while he’s touching himself is me.

A low groan spills from my chest, and I adjust myself through my jeans. I don’t realize I’m making another bad decision until I stalk past my car and straight to the red VW Beetle that still has the stickers on it from the car lot.

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