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“What does that mean?” His tone and dry expression make me nervous.

Shit. Why does he have to be so cagey all the time?

“Carson,” I whisper. “It’s me. You don’t have to have your guard up. And if I’ve said or done something to upset you, then you need to tell me. I’m not willing to just walk away from this thing.” Resting my hand lightly on his knee, I give it a gentle squeeze. “You’re worth fighting for.”

He stares at me, the sides of his mouth softening into a barely there smile. “You haven’t done anything wrong,” he whispers. “I’ve just… never been with a girl for this long before.”

“It’s freaking you out?”

He nods. One sharp movement.

I rub my thumb over his knee. “And then I went and said I love you.” His wince is kind of adorable, and I let out a soft laugh. “You don’t have to say it back, you know. It’s just how I feel. I’m allowed to let you know that you totally do it for me.”

He snickers and shakes his head.

“We’re good together. Even you can’t deny that.” I raise my eyebrow at him, and I swear he’s about to smile.

But then his eyes bulge, his skin paling as he spots something over my shoulder.

I whip around in time to see the back of my father’s head.

Oh shit!

Sucking in a soft gasp, I glance around, wondering what the hell to do, then act on impulse and duck under the table.

Snatching my bag, I tuck it between my legs and pull the chair back in to hide me. Carson opens his thighs to give me a little space, and there I am, staring right at his Nolan U Cougar sweatpants and smiling at his semi.

All I did was touch the guy’s knee and he was getting hot for me.

Talk about feeling powerful.

Sticking the tip of my fingernail between my teeth, I keep staring at his cock, and an idea hits me.

It’s mean.

And it’s so naughty.

But payback’s a bitch, right?

And I think I just might be in a bitchy mood.

A wicked smile curls my lips as I creep my fingers up his thigh and reach for his waistband.

CHAPTER44

CARSON

My stomach clenches the second I feel Nylah’s delicate fingers hooking into the waistband of my sweats.

What the fuck is she doing?

I want to jerk out of my seat, but if I do that, she’ll pull my pants right down.

“Nylah,” I whisper between gritted teeth.

But she just lets out a soft giggle and frees my dick. The traitorous bastard is already going hard, and my entire body tenses as Coach Jones spins this way and spots me studying.

I shift in my seat, leaning forward over my laptop, and instantly regret that decision, because I just gave my girl easy access to my tip, and she takes advantage.

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