Page 59 of Campus Daddies

But Noah had a messy morning. An emotional one. It’s not normal, which made it all the messier. My poor boy. He’s not sure what to do with all of his big emotions sometimes.

We had gotten a special treat earlier in the week that went bad before he could finish it, and he let loose those crocodile tears. I break when I see him cry like that.

It took us both a while to calm down.

Now, it’s ten after nine, and I am late. I’m puffing out of breath when I slide in front of Cedric’s closed door.

Weird. He usually leaves it open unless he’s in a meeting.

I suck in a few more breaths to try and even it out before I knock tentatively.

“Come in.” His voice is soft and muffled as he calls me inside.

Opening the door sends me into a bit of a tailspin, already fragile from my morning.

Brax and Orion are standing around Cedric’s desk, and the look all three of them are giving me has me closing the door behind me and leaning back against it to brace myself.

“What’s going on?”

I just decided yesterday that I needed to talk to all three of them about Dr. Squires’ confrontation and Leann’s outburst. Orion knows the basics since he walked in on the tail end of both, but I didn’t prepare for this enough.

And now that I’m faced with it, I’m freezing.

Slowly, I meet each one of their gazes in the silence that spreads. Heat pumps deeper into me as they look at me.

Cedric already knew, mostly, about the other two based on the rough cut videos I submit every week. I leave traces of them in there.

But it’s obvious that they are all aware of each other now. Of what I’ve been doing with each of them. Of how very selfish I’ve been.

When Jordan and I talked about keeping them to myself so that I didn’t push any of them away, I’m not sure this situation came to either of our minds as a possibility.

Cedric leans back in his chair, hands bridged together in front of him. “Gentlemen. Take a seat.”

They do, taking the two empty seats across from his desk as Cedric watches me. His gaze is a solid touch along my body as I try not to shake. From anticipation or fear, I’m not really sure.

His head tilts to the side as he examines me. This is the version of him I experienced that first night at his house. Not that he hasn’t been intense and dominant since, but maybe I’ve grown used to it.

“Come here, Sofia.” He pushes his chair back and gestures to the spot between him and his desk.

Our gazes are locked, and he’s challenging me to own up to my own choices. I push off the door and walk slowly around the desk to stand in front of him.

Brax and Orion’s gazes are solid along my back. It’s an effort to keep my breathing even.

Cedric’s Mediterranean eyes hold mine for a long beat, and I think I know where this is going. Not that we have a routine—how someone like Cedric could have a routine in bed, I’m not sure—we do have a few things we both really, really enjoy with each other.

“On your knees.”

I pull in a slow breath as I sink down between his thighs, my hands braced against his lap. His cock is hard and straining against the front of his slacks, but I don’t touch him yet. Not until he tells me to.

That stern look softens a fraction as he traces a finger across my forehead, tucking the loose strands away from my face before he tilts my chin up. Cedric runs his thumb over my bottom lip, and I let my mouth part at his touch.

His thumb dips between my lips to press along my tongue. Nostrils flare. He approves.

With his other hand, he undoes his belt and unzips his slacks. When he pulls himself free, I’m drowning in need and nerves. Even though I know he will take care of me.

“Open.”

I do as he instructs, opening my mouth wide enough for him to fit.

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