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Spoiler alert: It’s because I haven’t. I swallow hard and lean against the wall outside the door to catch my breath. That was the single most sexy, mind-blowing experience I’ve ever had, and it all happened with my clothing fully intact. And in a public place, no less. I can only imagine what it would be like to be naked and sweaty in private with Damon.

And imagine I do—his mouth covers mine, our hearts pound in our chests, the heavy, solid weight of him presses me down onto my bed and settles between my legs. My whole body calls out to his. His lips torment my curves, dropping angry-hot kisses everywhere he can reach. And just when I can’t take anymore, his hands grip my hips tightly as he powers into me with his big, huge—

My eyes widen in panic at the immediate, lust-filled path my mind had just taken. I blow out a disturbed breath and shake myself.

My heart races as I push away from the wall, cross the parking lot, get into my car, and drive away. Why? Why do I have to feel that way toward him, of all people?

I try to push him out of my mind, but all I’m thinking is how I’d like to go back, find him, and kiss him all over again.

That was so fucking hot.

And yet, here I am, running away.

Going on a date with Prof.M. in just a few days feels like the last thing I should be doing now. I’m swamped with guilt. I haven’t even given whoever this man is a chance. We haven’t even met. What if I meet Prof.M. and I like everything about him, but can’t stop thinking about Damon’s hand pulling my face toward him so he can kiss me or the other one that had landed just north of my ass and yanked my lower body flush to his?

What if I run from Damon—like my head has told me to do—and straight into Prof.M.’s arms and he turns out to be no good for me? Or, oh my God, what if he has a tiny C-O-C-K? I cringe thinking about how superficial that last thought was, but even though I could tell Damon had some sort of a protective cup on for sparring, there’s no way a big man like that isn’t just big all over. At least, I hope not.

Wait. What am I hoping? That Damon is well-endowed? Why? My brain screams out, even as my nipples tighten at the thought of Damon and whatever he is packing.

I have got to get myself under c

ontrol. I drive quickly through town, and when I arrive at my apartment complex, find I’m no calmer than when I’d pulled away from Damon at the gym.

I’m the biggest idiot ever. Here I am, sucking face with some guy who is trying to take everything from me. Hell, he probably did that on purpose to get a rise out of me. He’s trying to distract me from whatever he has up his sleeve for tomorrow.

And I totally can’t wait to see what it is. This field trip has become a war zone. It’s on. I’ve just got to figure out what to do to battle back. Because now our little war isn’t just professional; he’s made it personal with his stupid lips and talented tongue.

Chapter 19

Damon

I can’t remember the last time a kiss affected me like that. In fact, I’m pretty sure that was unlike anything I’ve ever felt with other women. To be fair, Piper herself isn’t like other women. One minute, I’d been enjoying getting her all fired up, and the next, there’d been an explosion, like some unseen force had shoved us together and we’d detonated in each other’s arms. Boom. Holding her like that, touching her … Oh my God, she’s sexy as hell. I could feel her desperation to get closer in the way she’d clung to me. And that mouth of hers—it’s hot when she’s arguing with me, but man, it’d been even more fun to throw her off balance and shut her up with my lips. I’d been about to suggest we find somewhere more private if we were going to keep it up and I’d enjoyed thinking that was likely to piss her off.

But she pushed me away. And she seemed angry at first, but then she ran. I think maybe she didn’t want to admit how I’d made her feel. To be fair, it was a pretty quick shift, and neither of us had been ready for it.

I’d spent the rest of the evening wondering if we’d taken things a little too far. Our relationship, both professionally and personally, is now forever changed. For the first time in a long time, I have no fucking clue what the fallout will be like. Usually I know where I stand with a woman. But right now, to her credit, Piper has me spinning. It’s like we’d been in the octagon and she’s knocked me half-senseless. And now? I’m seeing fucking stars.

I grit my teeth as I realize I don’t know what to do with this fresh onslaught of feelings, especially when I have an upcoming date with Sherlock4Love in just a few days. Is it even fair to meet her? Because I know I’d sure as hell be exponentially increasing the size of my current issue. There’s no way I won’t get along with her. But can she come close to Piper? I hadn’t realized until she’d been in my arms just how much she would shake me to the core.

I hurry into the school building early, wanting to put the final touches on the activity I’d promised Jake I’d have ready for the students on the way home from the screening. I’m pretty sure I have everything I need ready to go and with a quick glance at my phone, I realize it’s almost time to leave. The buses need to pull out at seven thirty so we can be out of the way before regular buses transporting the student body arrive for the school day.

I gather the materials we’ll need later and put them into the crossbody bag I’ll be taking. With a last glance at my desk to make sure I’m not leaving anything important behind, I sling the bag over my head, letting it hang across my lower back.

A noise alerts me to someone’s presence behind me, and I know from the warming of my body who it is. Funny that I’m this attuned to her. I never noticed that before. Playing it as cool as I can, I turn around, one brow raised.

She studies me—aloof, almost calculating, and oh so beautiful. “Almost ready? We leave in ten.”

“Yeah. I just need to check my box in the office, then I’ll be right out.”

“Okay.” She turns to go and stops at the door, resting a hand on the door frame. She presses her lips together, drawing my eyes to her pink-painted lips. Fuck me, those lips were on mine just last night. I can’t believe she hasn’t said anything about it. “See you in the back parking lot.”

My dick hardens as my eyes drift from her lips down over her fucking outstanding figure and slowly back up. I feel dizzy with desire and want nothing more than to cross the room and kiss her all over again.

To part her lips and taste her on my tongue.

To feel her soft breasts crushed against my chest.

To feel just how perfectly her curvy body fits with mine.

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