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A rough sound tears from Darcy’s throat and he pulls me back in, our lips crashing together again. When his thigh pushes between mine, his hips move, grinding himself against my cock. He moans, and I echo the sound.

This is quickly spiraling out of control, though. As much as I want to make him come, as much as I want to see him lose himself in pleasure, I won’t do it here—which means this has to stop.

I pull away reluctantly, putting some much-needed space between us. I let my fingers fall away from his hair and take a step back. Fora few minutes, he doesn’t move. His chest is heaving and his eyes are closed, his head dropped back against the wall. When he finally opens his eyes, the look in them almost has me changing my mind about the no sex in the alley thing.

But, no. We can’t do that here. First off, I wouldn’t put it past Parker and Ben coming to find us, and that’s not a position I want them to see Darcy in. He’smine.I don’t want anyone to see him like that but me.

The same can’t be said for later, though. “Come home with me again tonight.”

Darcy hesitates. “West, I can’t just be at your place all the time.”

“Why not?” I ask, scoffing.

He grins, shaking his head a little. “Well…”

“See, you don’t even have a good reason.”

I can tell he’s trying to fight back laughter. He rolls his eyes. “Okay. Fine. But I’ll have to run home first because we are supposed to have a tutoring session tomorrow and don’t think I’m about to let you out of it.”

“Yes, professor,” I say, smirking at him.

He groans. “Why is it hot when you call me that, but it makes me want to crawl out of my skin when Parker does?”

I shrug. “Probably because you want to fuck me, and you don’t want to fuck Parker.”

I expect him to laugh, but he doesn’t, and I’m not really sure what to think about that. He just gives me a thoughtful look. “Let’s go say goodbye to Park and Ben, and we’ll run by mine and grab what I need.”

He takes my hand in his and leads me back into the building. Parker and Benson are standing close. Parker is talking about a painting, their hands moving quickly as they point out things to Ben. I’d love to sayBen is paying attention, and I guess if you count gazing adoringly at Parker, he is.

When we approach, they turn to us, Parker just a little quicker than Ben.

“We’re going to head out,” Darcy says.

Parker smirks, their eyes a little too knowing. “Have fun, Darce. Thank you both for coming.”

“Thanks for inviting me,” I say. “Your art is insane. You shouldn’t feel weird about it at all.”

Parker’s cheeks turn bright red, their eyes darting away, but when they find me again, Parker nods. “Thank you.”

I’m not sure that I’ll ever get used to this side of them. “You’re welcome.”

I’m considering the merits of being rude and dragging Darcy away when he tugs on my hand. “Okay, well, let’s go.”

I’m not even bothered in the slightest by the laughter that follows us out the door.

Chapter 20

Darcy

Iwake up fully in West’s arms. His phone is vibrating like crazy, which is probably what woke me up to begin with. West is sleeping like a log, though, with his arms wrapped like a vise around me.

I try to ignore the phone and sink back against his body, my eyes falling closed as I press my nose into the hollow of his throat. God, he’s warm in the mornings. I love it here. The steady rise and fall of his chest against mine is soothing, and it’s no time at all before it’s lulling me back to sleep.

The rattle of his phone on the end table jars me from my sleep, making my body twitch with that strange falling sensation. Ugh. I wiggle closer, smiling sleepily when West grumbles something unintelligible and tightens his hold on me.

Finally, the vibration stops, and I let out a little sigh, content to doze here in his arms until later. His phone shatters the silence yet again. What the heck is going on right now?

I sit up, pulling myself from West’s arms as I glance over and seeDadflashing across the screen. His eyes fly open. The vibration didn’t do a single thing to disturb his sleep, but my moving did. “Your phone keeps going off,” I murmur.

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