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My need for her is so strong I’m willingly doing this in her twin bed in her dorm room for the love of God. I don’t fuck girls in dorm rooms. Not even random ones. For Sinclair? I’ll make the exception.

“You sure your roommate isn’t coming back soon?” I lift away from her nipple, glancing up at her. Her cheeks are pink and her eyes are hazy. She looks overcome with lust, and God, I’d love to take a photo of her right now and capture this moment, this feeling forever. But reaching for my phone will ruin the moment.

I’m not about to risk it.

She tugs at my shirt and I lift up, removing it quickly. She’s wearing thin pants and she’s pressing her hot pussy against my erection, driving me out of my mind. I want to get rid of our clothes and fuck her senseless, but I also want to prolong the moment. Drag it out. Make it last because it feels like we’re running on limited time. Is that because her roommate could return at any moment or is it because I’m worried about something else? Like the possibility that I might lose her?

I don’t know. And I don’t want to think about it either.

I fuse my mouth to hers to drown out my thoughts, my hands on her hips so I can shift her against my cock. She grinds against me, driving me out of my mind with lust and I worry I won’t be able to keep this up much longer. I’m gonna blow likea fucking kid who has zero control but that makes sense. When it comes to Sin, I’m a wreck.

When I’m about to slip my hands into her panties, there’s a knock on the door. It’s subtle. Quiet. Nothing like the way I banged on her door not even thirty minutes ago. We both pause mid-kiss, breathing into each other, silent as we wait for whoever it is on the other side of the door to leave.

There’s another knock and I release an aggravated exhale, ready to tell whoever it is to get the fuck out of here, but Sinclair rests her hand over my mouth, silencing me.

“They’ll go away,” she whispers, her wide-eyed gaze meeting mine and I nod, refraining from calling out. Enjoying the way that she’s touching me too much to ruin the moment.

“Sinclair? Are you in there?”

Fuck me, I’d recognize that voice anywhere. It’s Tim. I knew that prick was headed over to see her. That’s why I didn’t hesitate and got here before he did. Thank Christ.

The panicked look on Sinclair’s face tells me she recognizes his voice too and she doesn’t know how to handle it. Gently I remove her hand from my face, dropping a kiss on her palm before I whisper, “Let me take care of this.”

She nods, not saying a word, and I remind myself as I remove her from my lap and climb off the bed that I need to remain in control. I can’t go all rage-bro and unleash on him. Despite the fact that I think he’s a dipshit and I hate that he believes he has a chance with Sinclair, he is also a fraternity brother and there are rules. Especially since I’m the frat president.

God, I wish I’d never taken on the responsibility but what’s done is done. I need to act like a dignified leader when I open this damn door.

Slowly, I turn the lock and crack open the door, peeking around it to find Tim standing there with a hopeful look on his face. All that hope dies the second he spots me and I open thedoor farther, letting him see that I’m shirtless. My hair is a mess and I’d guarantee I look like I’ve been fucking around with Sin.

“Hey, Tim.” My voice is easy because it feels good to win. “What’s up?”

“Uh.” He shoves his hands in his pockets and shuffles his feet. “I was looking for Sinclair.”

“She can’t talk right now.” I smile, wondering if he can see my dick straining against the front of my jeans. I’m sure he can if he looks. “She’s a little—preoccupied. And not properly dressed.”

“Yeah. Okay. I get it.” Tim pulls his hands out of his pockets and lets his arms hang at his sides, utterly defeated. “I guess you win.”

“I guess I do.” I grin at him like the fucking maniac I am and let the door shut, enjoying the way it slams with a finality I feel down to my soul. That little fucker better stay away from what’s mine.

I turn to find Sin sitting in her bed with the comforter pulled up to her chin, her eyes huge. “What did you say to him?”

“I told him to get the fuck out of here.” I grin for real this time and undo the front of my jeans, getting rid of them in seconds. I rejoin her in the bed and pull her to me, flipping her over so she’s beneath me. “Now where were we?”

She arches against me, her lids falling to half-mast, looking every inch the sexy siren that she is. “Please don’t tell me you forgot.”

“Like I could,” I mutter.

Just before I attack her.

Chapter Forty-Five

SINCLAIR

Somehow August gets rid of my sweatpants and panties in mere seconds, leaving me naked beneath him. He’s still got on his boxer briefs, his dick straining against the front, and he nudges it against me every chance he gets, driving me out of my mind as he kisses me. Devours me.

We’re hungry for each other and I blame the serious conversation we just had. How he apologized and admitted his wrongdoing, which I don’t think is something that comes easily for him. But he did it for me.

August does a lot of things for me, I’m realizing. Like telling Tim to leave. I am so tired of dealing with a hopeful Tim, and it’s difficult for me to be mean toward him. He didn’t do anything wrong, but he’s so persistent. He doesn’t give up. I can’t help it that I don’t like him in that way.

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