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Iris takes another step in my direction. We agreed to have a purely sexual relationship, and we both know that if she comes to mark her territory, if she openly shows me her jealousy, it will prove that things are much deeper than that. That feelings have entered the equation.

Iris reaches, and my breathing quickens.

“What do you want?” spits Sarah as she joins us.

Iris doesn’t answer her, instead throwing herself at me. The students around us look on in amazement. I push Sarah’s arm away and catch my redhead on the fly as she twists her fingers in my hair, knocking off my cap in the way.

I press her little body against mine, and her moan is lost between my lips. She bites my lower lip, a true conqueror. When her tongue mixes with mine, she reinforces the pressure of her hand on my neck and clings a little more to me. My erection is pinned between our bodies, trapped against her belly. And from the way she slowly undulates her hips, she seems to like it.

When she moves her head away a few seconds later, her lips are red and swollen. Her hazel eyes shine with satisfaction.

This is not a little lamb I have in front of me, but a she-wolf ready to bite at the slightest attack.

She pulls away from me with a small smile and turns to Sarah. “Don’t go near him anymore.”

Then she moves away towards the lecture hall without a backward glance, rolling her hips deliciously.

44. The Storm

Iris

I quickly climb the steps of the lecture hall and reach my usual place, in the center. What the hell did I do?

I close my eyes hard, cursing myself.

A part of me pulls me to the past, stopping me in my tracks, and an image imposes itself on my mind. And that image is Rafael, trapped under the car, taking his last breath and whispering that he loves me. Am I betraying him…?

NO! My conscience brings me back to the present moment and makes me come to my senses. I have had feelings for Rafael, he has been my first in everything, in every way. Yet I am not betraying him.

I think I am…just living. For the first time in a long time, I feel alive.

As if the breath of fresh air Tucker is blowing into my life is something I’ve been waiting for. As if this tall, dark-haired, different color eyes man was the push I needed to get my life back on track.

Someone drops down next to me, and I don’t have to look up to know that it’s Tucker. His scent invades my nostrils, strong and spicy. I feel his warmth brush against my skin. Damn it, I’m totally affected. Two of his fingers gently tug at one of my red hair strands to get me to react. I grumble and give his hand a little tap.

A deep laugh comes to me. The bastard.

“Retract your claws, angel, the threat is gone,” he whispers against my ear.

I want to kiss him again, but I want even more to make him swallow his winning look.

“What threat?” I reply to tease him as I pick up my bag.

I take out my computer, but he doesn’t move an inch, his so particular look attentive to the least of my gestures.

“Sarah,” he says softly, teasing in his voice.

I ignore him and stare at the black screen in front of me, trying not to lose my temper.

“You kissed me in front of everyone,” Tucker continues.

The masculine pride in him pleases me as much as it baffles me. I just took it to the next level when we were supposed to be just fuck buddies…And that seems to delight him?

“Yeah, I did that,” I answer, trying not to lose face.

He leans toward me, his beard rubbing against my neck.

“You acted like a jealous girlfriend, Iris.”

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