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Josie keeps up with my long strides, and I know I'm an asshole for not walking slower, but I couldn’t give a flying fuck right now.

As I enter the library, the old, musty smell of books slams into my face. Yeah, I try to avoid coming here. Most of the students are downstairs, so I take the stairs up to where the reference books are. I think I’ve only been up here twice and it was against my will.

I keep going past the rows of shelves until I reach the back. When I turn to face Josie, my shoulders slump. This girl seriously doesn’t do it for me. I have no desire to see her naked.

When she drops to her knees, and her fingers work on loosening my belt, I feel a wave of relief wash over me.

She pulls down the zip and works to free my cock from my boxers. It’s a good thing I’m a shower, and not a grower or Josie would be holding a flaccid, shriveled dick right now.

As she leans in to take me in her mouth, I let my head fall back and close my eyes. She’s surprisingly good at giving head, and not slobbering or biting me like some other girls do.

I bring up the image of the girl I fucked in the club a couple of months back, and it sends tingles racing down my spine. Remembering how I took her from behind, makes a groan build up in my throat.

I open my eyes and scanning the aisle we’re in, I picture what it would be like if someone walked in on us. Excitement bubbles in my chest. It’s just what I needed.

My hips start to thrust forward as pleasure builds in my abdomen. I close my eyes, fully intent on fantasizing about the girl from the club, but instead, a clear image of Evie’s ass and tits fill my mind.

The image is so vivid that I instantly blow my load, not giving Josie any warning. Thankfully she doesn’t have a problem swallowing.

As she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, I slip my dick back into my pants and fasten my belt.

She stands up, looking proud of the fact that she got me off so fast. Not wanting to hurt her feelings, I give her shoulder a squeeze.

“Thanks, babe.”

I walk away, knowing it’s a dick move, but it’s not like I promised her anything in return.

As I get to the stairs, my stomach sinks at the sight of Evie coming up. Just my fucking luck.

She’s wearing a loose-fitting dress with black stockings and boots, and I have to say she looks absolutely beautiful. She has her hair up in a bun, but a few tendrils have escaped. I’ve never seen her hair up before. It gives me an unobstructed view of her face and those fuck-me-senseless green eyes.

There’s a soft smile playing on her lips, but when our eyes meet, it starts to fade. She slows down and looks uncomfortable when she reaches the top.

“Hey,” she says, her eyes doing a wild dance around the room, instead of looking at me. Then she frowns as her eyes land on something behind me.

An arm curls through mine, and I close my eyes for a second. Shit, I forgot about Josie.

Before I can drag Josie away from Evie, Josie narrows her eyes and sneers, “Oh wow, someone apparently missed the memo about the sixties being over a few decades ago.”

The flash of hurt on Evie’s face makes me move to take a step forward, but Josie holds me back. She presses a kiss to my cheek and loudly purrs, “Thanks for letting me suck your cock. Maybe we can go somewhere more private next time, and I’ll show you what I can do with my hips.”

Pins and needles spread out over every inch of my skin.

What the fuck?

I can’t believe Josie just said that.

Evie sucks in a sharp breath. This time the look on her face makes me want to shove Josie down the stairs so I can take Evie in my arms. I hate seeing the hurt in her eyes.

Before I can say anything, Evie swings around and rushes down the stairs.

“You’re such a bitch. I knew I kept dodging you for a reason.” I growl at Josie as I yank my arm free.

“Yeah but now that I’ve had my lips around your cock, you’ll be coming back for more,” she says, smiling as if I didn’t just insult her.

“In your fucking dreams. I’m not into crazy chicks,” I snap before I turn my back on her, effectively dismissing Josie. I take the stairs two at a time, so I can catch up to Evie.

I have no fucking clue how I’m going to make this right. First, I avoid Evie, then she practically catches me with my pants around my knees while a bitch deep throats me.

This day couldn’t get any worse.


Tags: Michelle Heard, Michelle Horst Enemies to Lovers Romance