Page 18 of Gingers Can Do Maths

Before I can slip the blazer from my shoulders a hand shoots back to stop me. Then, two hands reach for my waist as I’m brought flush to Rohan’s chest, which is stretching the seams of my jacket to its limits. His mouth is at my ear, his nose buried in my hair just like old times. What isn't like old times though, are his fingers sliding to my ass to cup it beneath his blazer.

“Wrap your legs around me.”

My whole body ignites at the skin-to-skin contact, and my legs turn into little noodles that won’t cooperate. So he does it for me, hooking my legs around his hips before his hand returns to my ass, the tip of his long middle and ring finger pressing against my underwear-covered slit. His other hand fiddles for a half second with the end of the Bradley blazer, tugging it down as low as it’ll go. Then he’s running, with me attached to him like a koala bear.

For once, I can’t think of him falling and dropping me because I’m too heavy.

I can’t think about the fact that everyone’s staring at us as he outruns the crowd and sprints down the library’s front steps.

I don’t think about the trolley, already three-fourths full of Hortace girls gawking at us through the smoked windows as Rohan banks the curb.

I can’t think about Grey Eyes and Blondie, whose expressions turn from shock to respect as Han sprints past them.

All I can think about is each mash of his fingertips against my throbbing clit as I repeatedly bounce from the momentum.

Instinctively, I clench my thighs tighter around him. My fingers that are digging into his shoulder move to clasp the back of his neck instead as I bury my burning face beneath his chin. I press my lips tight, trying to stifle a moan as he bounds harder, faster, and then...

Then I feel what I can’t hide from either of us. Wetness.

Suddenly everything feels soaked. My pussy. My thong. Rohan’s hand.

As my slick continues to slip over his fingers, I attempt to slip out of his arms, but he doesn’t let me, gripping me tighter.

“You’re almost there.”

To the trolley or to heaven? Because I’m about to climax so hard, I’ll transcend this universe.

“Ha—” I catch the word before it fully escapes. “Rohan,please.”

“Please what?” His breath is hot against my ear and so laboured from the run that my brain’s warped it to mean something else. Something husky and equally as lust filled as my own ragged breathing and I’ve done fuck all but cling to him.

“Please put me down.”

“Not until I get you there.”

Get me where?

The trolley or...

I cling to him tighter, burying my face as deep as possible and inhaling that scent that’s so distinctly Rohan.

Bad move.

Rohan jumps over a crack and the force of his land makes his ring finger dip into my entrance through the soaked fabric of my thong. His middle finger presses harder against my clit and I swear...I swear it’s moving ever so slightly in little circles.

Is it?

Everything’s so slippery and sensitive I don’t know.

I don’t know which way is down and which is up as I come hard, biting back a moan that still manages to slip out as a rush of slick escapes my pussy.

At the same time, pure humiliation rushes through me with equal force and I push at Rohan’s shoulders, unhook my ankles from behind his back and jump to my feet before he can stop me. Before he can feel even more of what’s just happened.

“Rois—”

I don’t want to hear my full fucking name on his lips.

I rip the blazer off my shoulders and toss it at him before dragging my satchel off his shoulder.

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