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Mine. Evan is all fucking mine.

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DIRTY LITTLE STUDENT

Evan

Something tickles my chin, rousing me from sleep. Blinking a couple of times, I look down to see Lexi’s prone form stretched out on top of mine, her chestnut hair in disarray around her face.

Lifting my hand, I push the locks away from her face to afford me a better view of her long lashes resting on flushed cheeks, her lips slightly parted. My heart speeds up as I watch her sleep, completely enamored and obsessed with everything she does.

I look up at the movie playing on the flat screen TV hanging on the wall, casting light on Lexi’s face. Ghostface appears on the screen, a knife in hand, running after his victim. Ideas form as I watch, then look at her with a grin.

Flipping her over onto her back, I slip between her legs, rubbing my erection against her wet entrance, stuffed full of my cum from all the sex we had earlier.

She moans as I slowly slide inside, inch by inch. A gentle sigh comes from her as she murmurs my name.

“That’s right, love.” I press a kiss to her forehead as I continue gently thrusting inside her. “Even asleep, you desire me.” My hands find hers, and I lift them overhead, linking them together.

Her eyes flutter, popping open. “Mmmm… Feels so good.”

“Goddamn, baby. This pussy is amazing.” I’m leisurely fucking her, my body tired after all the sex we’ve been having, yet my desire never waning for her. Always wanting more.

She arches her hips, her legs wrapping around my waist. Matching my thrusts, her eyes sparkle as she whispers, “I love you, Evan.”

My lips hover above hers. “I love you, bellissima.”

We lose ourselves in the passion, becoming slaves to the way our bodies move together, the intense emotions flowing between us.

And then we reach the top of the cliff and leap off it, together.

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“Any more Shane sightings?” I ask as Lexi and I leisurely walk to class. I’m trying damn hard not to touch her. It’s an impossible task as I graze her fingers, barely resisting the urge to curl mine around hers. I remember making fun of couples who were always touching. Now, I understand it.

“Not since I spotted him three days ago when Sophia and I were heading into Biology class.” She bites her lip, a vacant look in her eyes. “Something has been bothering me and I just realized what it is. I saw him exchange a meaningful look with Huntley. It was as though they knew one another.”

I bristle, my spine stiffening.Hmmm… That’s interesting.I’m gonna check into that.

Sophia yells our name and meets up with us. Lexi gives her a quick hug and the two of them begin muttering about their biology test next week and their worries about how hard it’s going to be. Lexi pales so much she looks sick, visibly shaken at the thought of not doing well. I want so badly to put my arm around her and pull her against my chest, but there’s too many students around.

I’m not gonna let Huntley fuck her over on her first exam.

Once inside the building, I lean down and whisper in Lexi’s ear. “You’re going to meet me in the study lounge after class, right?”

Her cheeks flush. “Of course. I’ll stop by the restroom first, then I’ll meet you there.”

I grin, wanting class to be over already so I can lose myself inside my girl.

Imeet her at the door to the private study lounge, my hungry eyes raking over Lexi’s beautiful body before I frown. She changed into a tight, white button-down shirt that bares her cleavage, the top tied in a knot beneath her breasts, revealing her trim stomach. The short, pleated skirt barely covers her ass, and those fucking fishnet thigh highs are my fucking weakness.

My eyes dart around, fury burning beneath my skin. As amazing as Lexi looks, the fact that she’s dressed like that in public, where others can see her, makes my blood boil.

“Hi, Professor Whitmore.” She bats her long eyelashes at me. “I—”

Grabbing her arm, I tug her closer to me, hissing in her ear. “No one saw you parading around half-naked, did they?” My fingers punch the code into the door, pissed as hell while I await her response.

Her face is the picture of innocence, while her smile is decadently sinful. “No one saw me, Professor Whitmore.” Her finger glides over my shirt, batting her eyelashes at me. “I wouldn’t want anyone else to see me dressed like this.”

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