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We sit there tangled together as we recover, neither of us moving. I feel safe cradled against his chest, his cock tucked between my thighs. I never want to move. My orgasm is so powerful I am afraid I can’t move.

“Kinsley, let me take you home.”

Blinking as we break apart, I shake my head. No way. It is too risky for us to be seen outside of my office or the library together. Even if I did agree to see him tomorrow, I am not ready to consider how I can see him.

“It’s not safe, Kane. Nor necessary. I can get home on my own.”

Frowning, he pulls his fingers out of me, both of us groaning. My face heats as he grins, sucking his fingers into his mouth. I push off his lap, wondering how I let us do what we just did here. How am I letting this student talk me into risking everything?

“Iamtaking you home,” he argues as he tucks himself back into his jeans. Leaning forward, he pulls at my panties, yanking them down my legs. I step out of them, confused until he grins and brings them to his nose. Once again I am flushed by his boldness.

“No, Iamgoing home alone. No one can see you taking me home.”

“Am I going to have to get used to arguing with you, kitten?”

Smirking, I nod as I gather my things together, pulling my bag over my chest. Standing, he pulls at the strap on my bag, yanking me against him. Lowering his head, he nuzzles his nose against mine.

“Worth it. Iampicking you up tomorrow,Ms. Tingle. You promised to be a good girl. Shit…go before I don’t let you go. Goodnight, kitten.”

It takes ten more minutes and half a dozen kisses before he lets me leave. I am still smiling twenty minutes later as I climb in bed. Either from the orgasm or how fucking cute he is, I can’t be sure. What Iamsure about is what he said before we parted.

This is the biggest risk of my life—but I think it is worth it.

Chapter Six

Kane

Having everything you want can be scarier than having nothing.

Growing up on my own forced me to depend on myself. If I wanted something I had to find a way to get it for myself. It made me stronger. I never had to live up to who my parents were or what they expected of me.

Everything I’ve ever achieved has been for me. Not to prove something to assholes who never gave a shit about me. Finishing college was my plan. It has never been about using football for anything but a degree. Getting to the draft or trying to go pro was never something I considered.

Kinsley has made me rethink my entire plan.

“Since when is going pro your plan?” Connor challenges as I sit in the back of Kinsley’s English class, needing my daily dose of her.

“Kinsley has some health issues. You know all about going to the league to be sure you can take care of your old lady,” I tell him as I bounce a knee, anxious to see her again.

Last night was the best tutoring session of my life. Kinsley is so good at what she does. Not just because we wound up dry humping like fuck-drunk teenagers. We spent hours talking English before I ever got my hands on her. It is clear how much joy she has for what she does. It will make passing the course much easier because her enthusiasm is infectious.

“Shit man, you’re serious,” Connor seems stunned. His plan was always to go pro. Which became a more urgent goal once Hailee got sick. Landing a contract means he can afford the best medical care. His urgency to get that contract won us a championship and all but secured him a spot in the draft.

“Yeah, I am. Kinsley has heart problems,” I explain as my own heart pounds in my chest. “I want to know I can take care of her.”

“Hell, you that serious about Ms. Tingle?” Bran, another teammate and Connor’s oldest friend, questions. His eyes track Paisely, his on-again-off-again girlfriend as she passes him to take a seat in the front row. I smirk because he knows all about being serious about a woman—just has no clue how to do something about it.

“Yes, I am. Just as serious as you fucks are about your old ladies,” I answer, laughing when his eyes snap away from Paisley guiltily. Connor chuckles too, kicking at him playfully when he climbs to his feet to head down and sit with Paisley. I would sit and watch the show, because seeing their back and forth is always amusing, but I am focused on other things.

As usual, Ms. Tingle is late. Something she has become known for. It is adorable because I know where my tardy kitten is. Sat in her car, finishing today’s Shredded Stories podcast. Grinning, I decided to stop waiting and go see her. I need my fix before our date tonight.

“See you later, bro,” I tell Connor as I head out. “Let me know howthatgoes.” I laugh and nod at Paisley and Bran, who sit whisper arguing.

Rushing down the steps, I grin at Bran as I pass, chuckling when he rolls his eyes and smirks. Yeah, that kid has it bad for his girl. Too bad he isn’t good at showing her. I, on the other hand, have no problem showing my girl just how much I want her. How much I need her.

Coming out of the classroom, I spot her. My feet pick up pace and I intercept her, grabbing her wrist before she even sees me. Pulling her with me, I walk into an empty lecture hall. Moving to the dais, I lift her, setting her ass down atop it as I shove between her thighs.

“Late again, Ms. Tingle. Shredded Stories had a good podcast, I assume?”

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