Page 109 of The Fake Date Agreement

She breathes out a slow sigh. “Um. It’s just me here. Don’t you have practice now?”

And miss watching you come? “Nope. Want help studying?”

“I’m good.”

“You sure?”

“Oh God!”

I bite back a smile. “Oh God?”

“Oh.” A soft whimper draws my gaze to her full lips. “I have to…”

“You have to what?” I ask, but I know.

She moves both hands under the table, maybe to grab onto Reid’s hair. Definitely not to stop him because she’s still looking right at me, lips parted. “I have to… I have to…”

“What?” I hold her gaze as my cock swells and hardens in response to the need in her eyes.

“Caleb…” The catch in her voice undoes me.

I’m out of the room and slamming into the one opposite.

It’s empty. Thank fuck.

I’m fumbling with my pants before the door has closed, yanking the zipper down and fisting the base of my cock as I fight back the need to come.

Neither of the doors closed properly—not mine or Tobie’s.

I hear Reid say, “That was fun.”

“Reid, you have to…”

My eyes are glued to the glass in my door that looks directly into their study room.

My mouth is dry as I watch Reid pin Tobie to the wall and kiss her throat. “Fuck, you’re wet.”

“Now,” she pleads. “Please, now.”

He fumbles with something out of view, through the gap in the door, I hear the metallic sound of a zipper.

I grip myself tighter in response to that sound, knowing what’s coming.

He lifts her. “Wrap your legs around me, baby. Let me give you what you need.”

She coils herself around him, and he rolls his hips.

I tighten my fist on my cock as I imagine I’m slowly pushing myself into her.

Tobie’s head falls back, and she moans, her fingers digging into Reid’s shoulders.

I tell myself to walk away. This isn’t for me.

But I’ve stepped into tar. My feet are sinking deeper into it with each passing second, and all I can do is watch Tobie’s face as Reid’s thrusts push her up the wall.

He’s groaning as he pumps into her. I’m fisting my cock as I watch. In my mind, it’s her tight pussy I’m sliding into and not my fist I’m fucking. She’s moaning, and the wet sound of sex faintly bleeds through the door.

He said she was wet.

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