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He hesitates for a second before nodding. “Yeah. I’ll text you when I’m done?”

“Perfect. But I have bad news.” Panic flashes in his eyes before he can school his reaction. I have no idea how I’m gonna prove to him that I’m in this and he doesn’t need to be afraid. “You’re not leaving my bed until you absolutely have to. Just settle in. You’re going to be here a while.”

I punctuate my words by raising my hips and letting my already hard cock drag over his skin.

He smirks. “Insatiable, are we?”

“For you, Darcy? I’m finding that I definitely am.”

Chapter 16

Darcy

The second I leave West’s place, I call Parker.

They don’t answer for a while and I’m half-convinced they aren’t going to, but finally they pick up. “Hey.”

Their voice is all wrong, and slightly high-pitched and almost a little whiny. “Ew. Why are you so out of breath?”

“I’m not.” Lies, all lies. “Fuck. Keep going.”

“Keep going?”

Parker huffs. “Not you, Darcy. Jesus.”

There’s a groan followed by a choked breath. My brain uses this opportunity to remind me that I went home with West and Parker went home with Benson, and oh, absolutelynot.Not happening. “Okay. Bye. Not listening to this. Call me when you’re done.”

Parker laughs through a breathless moan. Ugh. I hang up with a disgusted face, tucking my phone back into my pocket.

That was a bust. Oh well. I shouldn’t have even called. I’m not sure I would have if I had known I was going to get allthat.I shake it off and rush home so I can shower and change before my meeting with my student. He doesn’t seem at all interested in actually learning, and I already know it’s going to get on my nerves.

No one will be as amazing to tutor as West is, but at least Caleb acts like he cares. He at leasttries.Considering Marc has canceled on me once already, I don’t have high hopes.

By the time I’ve showered and gotten dressed, I’m almost running late, which is so unlike me. But when your brand-new boyfriend makes it a personal mission to see how many orgasms he can pull out of you in a single day? Well, let’s just say, you don’t really want to leave his bed.

I make it to the library on time, but just barely. Breathing a sigh of relief, I sit down at my normal table and open my notebook to get everything ready. Since this is our first meeting, I need to figure out what strategy I’m going to take. A quick look at my phone tells me Marc is three minutes late. I know that’s ridiculous, and that I was almost late myself, but it’s still frustrating. I do this for free. Because I’m a nice person. Because I genuinely enjoy helping people.

But when people waste my time? Ugh. It’s not like I get all that much spare time to begin with, so it’s always frustrating when someone doesn’t respect that.

Instead of losing my crap, I spend some time making notes for Caleb’s next lesson. He’s doing pretty well lately and I’m hoping we can keep up the momentum. I glance at my phone again. Ten minutes late.

I sigh, my frustration building. I’ll give him ten more minutes. That’s it. If he’s not here within that time, I’m out, and I’ll be emailing him that I’m not meeting with him anymore. I have far better thingsI could be doing. Like West. Although, maybe not, since I’m not sure my dick could get hard again right now if I paid it to.

By the time the ten minutes are up, my frustration has reached a boiling point. But hey, at any rate, I get an extra forty minutes with West. So that’s nice. Some of my irritation melts away as I gather all my stuff and start putting it back in my bag.

Some. Not all.

Iamstill pretty freaking irritated. I heave my bag over my shoulder and make my way out of the library and into the night. It’s getting cooler at night. Thank God. It’s been so miserably hot lately and I hate everything about it. Am I grumpy about it? Yeah. But most of that is probably because I just spent twenty minutes and time away from West waiting on some jerk who never showed. “Freaking waste of time,” I mumble to myself.

“Aww, what’s wrong, princess? You mad I wasted your time?”

I freeze in place, turning around just in time to see Marc—Marcus, actually, I guess—step out from beside the building. The look he’s giving me has something cold settling in my stomach. “Nope. Not mad. Just not a fan of having my time wasted.”

He laughs. “Well, I’m not a fan of little pussy boy fags, so I guess we’re both unhappy.”

I can’t help but grin. “Aww. Well, that sucks for you. Last time I checked, your opinions of me mean absolutely nothing, so screw off.”

His grin turns predatory and he takes a step toward me. I back up. Not dealing with this crap tonight. I turn on my heel and start to walk away, but he grabs my arm tightly and pulls me back, making me stumble. “Don’t touch me.”

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