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My stomach twists anxiously. “I want to blow you,” I say, hoping that’ll be enough.

The disappointment is easy to see, and the knife in my gut goes deeper. He nods, so I work my way down his body and swallow him to the back of my throat.

Studying can wait.

I’m walking out of my last class of the day, about to head to West’s place for Thursday night football, when I get a text.

West

Passed my midterm with a 94%

I knew he would. Heck, I barely even teach him these days. We go over the material together, but it’s more a joint study session than it is me teaching him anything.

Me

That’s amazing. I knew you would.

West

So what are we going to do tocelebrate?

I grin down at my phone. He’s all about his celebrations. It must be a football thing.

Me

What do you want to do to celebrate?

West

I have some ideas. Hurry up.

He’ll have to wait until after football for any kind of celebration. The man has me obsessed. It’s stupid, but fun. I’ll deny it to my last breath, but not to West. He knows he’s got me addicted to football. And while the pants aredefinitelya nice bonus, they aren’t even the main motivator these days. It’s just a fun sport to watch. Especially when it’s him playing.

I do hurry my pace, though. Not because I’m ready for a celebration. Well, I mean, I am. But I can tell West is getting anxious, that he wantsmoreand I’m not sure what to really do about that. So even though I’m here for it and excited, I’m also a little apprehensive.

When I get to West’s, I’m surprised to not only find Parker and Benson there, but also the TV in the living room. Park and Ben are on the couch together, heads close, talking quietly. So much for celebrating. Rich coming from someone who quite literally just said celebrating would have to wait until after football.

“Hey, everyone,” I say, waving as I look around for West.

“He’s in his room,” Park says, not even sparing me a glance as they go back to talking to Ben.

The two of them are an interesting match, to say the least. I’m almost positive that Ben is more into it than Parker is, but then again,I’ve also never seen Parker hook up with the same person more than once, let alone spend time with them outside of sex.

Ignoring them, I make my way into West’s bedroom.

He looks up at me from where he’s sitting on the edge of his bed with a bright smile. “Hey, professor.”

I roll my eyes. “That isnotgoing to be a thing.”

“It’s already a thing. Sorry.”

When I’m in front of him, I shove his legs apart with my knee so I can step between them. His arms twine around my waist as he pulls me closer, and I find his lips with mine. This man has ruined me for anyone else, and I’m not sure if he knows that.

He moans, but much to my displeasure, he’s pulling away too soon. “We should have sex,” he says for the second time this week.

I almost choke on my breath. I hesitate before answering. “Wedohave sex, West.”

He opens his mouth to argue with me, so I cut him off with another kiss. It’s easy enough to distract him, even if that makes me feel like shit to say. Gripping a handful of his hair, I pull his head back and work my way down his jaw and throat with sloppy kisses.

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