Page 58 of The Rivals' Touch

“You smell of flowers,” I reply, guiding her hand inside my damp panties. “It used to annoy me when I first met you. Now it makes me want to bury my nose in your ne…”

I trail off when she thrusts a finger inside me.

Her breath fans over my lips. “You’re so wet!”

“Legacy,” I whisper, “what are you doing?”

“Has Zayd fucked you yet?”

I spread my legs beneath the table. “No.”

“Good.” She slides in a second finger. “Has he fingered you?”

“Oh god!” I moan softly, watching the clock on the wall tick down to the end of the class.

“Answer me, baby.”

I meet her lust-filled gaze. “No.”

She flicks my swollen clit with her thumb. “And Jacob?”

“Huh?” I frown, unable to focus on her interrogation while she makes my body sing.

“Has he touched you?”

Her fingers feel like fucking heaven. “No.”

“I shouldn’t like that so much,” she says, watching my face as I fight the urge to moan out loud in a classroom full of students.

“Why?”

She pumps her fingers at a leisurely pace with no intention of letting me come anytime soon. “Because I can’t keep you for myself.”

I fail to make sense of what she’s saying.

The bell rings, and she slips her fingers out and sucks them clean with a wink. Then she packs up her bag and walks out with her friends.

I stare after her, soaking wet, horny as hell, and dazed by the day’s events.

Brenda returns, nudging my shoulder with her hand. “Hello? Anyone home? Class is over.”

“Oh, right.” I pack up my books and put them back inside my bag.

“Are you okay?”

Am I? I stand up and push my chair back in. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“You and Legacy looked cozy.”

I falter in my step, and she starts laughing.

“Not like that! It just didn’t look like she was biting your head off as usual.”

I duck my head so she can’t see my blazing cheeks as we exit the classroom. “I guess she can be alright when she wants to be.”

Brenda starts laughing. “And you have a sense of humor after all!”

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