Page 104 of The Substitute
“How do you even know what he looks like?”
“My step-brother is on his team. I pulled their photo.”
“You’re hardly a good source since you’re already biased.”
“So all your sources are biased. So back to your one-hundred-percent biased case study, you’ve determined that you are, in fact, ‘a lot’ with biased data? Is that correct?”
“Now you’re just being mean.”
“No, I’m using facts, and you don’t like that I’m right.” He does some magic ninja shit and pins me on my back to loom over me. “But do you notice the cute little redhead in chem that flutters her eyelashes at you? Or the relieved look on the chem lab assistant’s face when you walk in?”
Now I’m confused. What the hell is he talking about?
“Cute redhead? What?”
He cocks his head and smirks like he’s the cat that caught the canary. “You really don’t notice her? Short little thing, sexy in a cute, innocent way that makes you want to dirty her up, typically has her tits on you?”
I blink up at him. “Do you mean Angie? With the purple cat-ear hoodie? How do you even know about her?”
“Yes, her. She sits next to you every day, leans into you, and basically has hearts shooting from her eyes.”
“She does not! She’s dyslexic and struggles to take notes, so she copies mine!”
“And her tits need to be on your arm for that?” He’s smiling, and it’s annoying.
“Now who’s running with a biased data set?” I cross my arms. “Seriously, how do you know that?”
“Still you. And I have eyes and ears everywhere, baby girl.” He kisses me.
“So Ambrose then,” I deadpan.
“I’m not giving away my secrets.”
“That’s a yes.” I glare but kiss him back. “I thought you were possessive.”
“I am. But she’s harmless, and I know you’re not into her, so I won’t scare her. You having friends is good, but if she ever does try anything…” His words warm me from the inside out.
I don’t want to talk about this anymore. Pointing out all my flaws in the daylight just makes them more real. I gaze down his body, still hovering over me, and drag my teeth over my bottom lip. “Well, I would like to run an experiment with your cock. For science.”
“Hmmm. What kind of experiment?” He lowers himself between my legs, rocking his hips against mine.
“Let’s see if it’s still a good distraction.”
“A distraction from what?” he asks as he grinds against me. “You have nothing to compare your results to.”
“Myself, and it worked last night, but we have to run the test again to verify the results.”
“Were you a good boy? Have you earned it?” Savage nuzzles under my jaw and behind my ear, dragging his five o’clock shadow against my skin.
I suck in a shuddery gasp as goosebumps break out across my skin. “I picked apart my trauma for you. I think you owe me.”
“Oh, I owe you, do I?” He bites at my collar bone.
“It was a very painful subject!” I whine, wrapping my legs around his hips to grind my aching dick against him. “I’ll tell you more after, I promise.”
He chuckles, and it’s a dark sound. “Liar. You’re going to pass out again.”
“When I wake up then—that’s still after.” I’m pouting, and I don’t care. I’m emotionally raw and need something to soothe the ache again. “Please,” I beg.
