Page 8 of Tempt

And when I tug, she follows.

We weave our way off the dance floor, through the sweaty, grinding crowd, and past the bar. Down the hallway.

My pulse is thumping now. Hard and fast. Heady.

She hops up onto a wooden ledge in a nook, where there used to be a payphone, and now it’s a place for people to get up to no good in the shadows.

I want to get up to no good with Hazel. I want to bury my hand between her bare thighs and discover what her pussy feels like. If she has soft curls or bare skin, if she’s already wet. Fuck, I don’t know what would be hotter. If she’d already be ready for my fingers to slide deeper, or if she would need some coaxing.

There is zero chance she’s going to let me finger fuck her in a club, but I want that so much it burns. I want her pussy juice to soak into my hand, so I can smell it as I get myself off later.

“You finished your paper already?”

“Sure did.”

“Is it any good?”

“It’s a pass.” I drop my gaze to where her bare legs are bright in the relative darkness of our little nook.

“Sam.” She says my name like she knows I’m a pervert, and she isn’t impressed. “You wanted to talk?”

I wanted to get her alone so I could talk her into making a mistake with me. “It was too loud out there.”

“Loud and gross. Those guys are obnoxious.”

“Yeah.” But they’re the only people who can stand me anymore, so…fuck it. “They’re my friends, though. Sorry.”

She doesn’t say anything to that.

She doesn’t need to.

Fuck. “This isn’t why I wanted to talk about.”

“Did you want to talk, Sam?” The mockery drips off her voice.Or did you want to fuck me in a dark hallway?

Yes.

The answer is fucking yes.

“We keep bumping into each other.”

“We go to the same school.”

“I’ve seen you more in the last couple of weeks than usual.”

“Maybe you’re just noticing me for the first time.”

Not at all. “We’ve been friends for a while.”

She frowns.

I move closer. “Aren’t we friends, Hazel?”

She licks her lips, a quick swipe of a pink tongue, and glances to the side. When she twists her head back, I’m closer still. There’s little space between us now, and I drag in a rough breath, inhaling some of her scent.

“Maybe we’re not exactly friends,” I whisper.

And she fucking shudders. Hard, raw, real. With a gasp, she scrambles back, but she’s sitting on a ledge, her legs spread enough for me to wedge myself between them and brace my arms on either side of her.

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