Page 57 of Little Devil

“Yeah, well, I don’t know about love, but I’m pretty sure he took her back to his hotel room when I got done with them.”

“Was he hard?”

“So hard,” she laughs, making me laugh.

She relaxes against me and I take my time flicking through the rest, drinking up every ounce of information she offers me regarding the people she’s met over the years.

“Do you give them the pictures?”

“Yeah,” she answers, handing me another photo book to go through. “I take their contact information before they leave and get their permission to share them on social media, then I go home and send the pictures over from my computer, choose my favorites and post them to a separate Instagram account I made.”

“Can I see?”

She chuckles at the eagerness in my tone and passes me her phone, resting her head on my shoulder while I scroll down through the account. She’s using a fake name and a generic profile picture, but she’s still got just over seven thousand followers and hundreds of comments on each post, some even asking how they can book a shoot with her. I don’t know how much time I spend examining each photo she’s taken but I can’t seem to stop. Every little thing I learn about her makes me want her even more. Every thought she has, every memory, every secret.. I crave them like a drug. I want her to give me every last one of them so I can lock them up with my own and keep them safe for her.

“Did you apply yet?” I ask, looking over at her when she doesn’t answer right away.

She shakes her head and fiddles with the hem of her pleated skirt – something I know she does as an excuse to look down when she’s feeling nervous or embarrassed about something. “I’m not applying.”

“What?”

“I’m not applying,” she repeats, leaning forward to pack her books away.

“Why the fuck not?”

“Because,” she sighs, doing everything she can to avoid my eyes. “If I don’t get in, it’ll break my heart to know I’m not good enough, and if I do get in, I won’t be able to go. It’s a lose–lose for me, Xan, and there’s no point hurting myself over something I can’t have.”

“Baby.”

“Xan.”

“You’re applying to that school.”

“Oh, really?” she asks, finally lifting her head to raise that bratty little eyebrow. “You gonna make me?”

“Maybe,” I tease, pulling her into me until she’s straddling my thighs. “Maybe I’ll pin you down and tease your needy little clit with my cock, deny you and make you beg me to put it inside you, then I’ll smack your pussy and start all over again until you learn to listen to me and do as you’re told.”

“That sounds awful,” she rasps, digging her freshly manicured nails into my neck to grind on me.

My cock thickens between us and I groan, squeezing her ass to encourage her to keep riding it. “When’s the application deadline?”

“January fifteenth,” she answers, dipping her head to tease my mouth with hers.

I kiss her and slide my hands up over her thighs beneath her skirt, smirking when she moans and shoves her tongue into my mouth to get to my piercing.

Five weeks.

Five weeks to convince my girl that it’s okay to say fuck it and take what she wants for a change, to do what she loves instead of breaking her own back every damn day to give every other fucker what they want.

Judging by the way she’s taking me right here in the corner of the school library in the middle of the day, though, I’d say I’m already half way there.

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Jordyn

“Did you get it?” he asks, leaning over the inner console to push the passenger side door open for me.

I nod and jump inside, grinning at Bear over my shoulder while I pull my seatbelt on over my chest. He’s sitting down on the back seat with his big ass tongue hanging out of his mouth and his eyes on me, seemingly excited to have me tag along for his weekly trip to the dog beach. He moves forward like he’s about to lick my face and I scrunch my nose, leaning away from him as far as I can to ensure he doesn’t touch me with it. Xan laughs at me and I flip him off, squealing when he hits the gas and speeds off through the open gate at the end of my driveway.

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