He laughed.
I looked over my shoulder at my bodyguards. “Speaking of not giving a shit…I have an idea.”
“What kind of idea?”
“My first class today is English. Which I speak fluently. So there’s no reason for me to go and I really want to ditch.”
“And what did you want to do for the next hour instead?” he asked.
“Oh, I don’t know.” I placed my hand on his chest. “I was thinking…you.” I watched as his Adam’s apple rose and then fell. “But we have to make a run for it.”
“What?”
“Come with me.” I grabbed his hand and ran off the brick path, pulling him into the grass.
“Where are we going?” he said with a laugh.
“Not here.”
“Get back here!” yelled Teddybear.
It just made me run faster. Where could we hide? I looked back and forth over the green. It was tempting to bring him back to my dorm. But for some stupid reason my security guards had access to that. Damn it, Daddy. So instead, I ran up the steps of the library hand-in-hand with the broad-shouldered stranger.
He wasn’t out of breath at all. He must have been a jock. But he certainly wasn’t the first jock I’d hooked up with on campus. So I immediately nicknamed him Jock #3 in my head as we ran through the library and up a flight of stairs.
“Shhh!” some evil librarian said to us as we laughed.
Someone needed a big dose of the D.
Jock #3 laughed as I pulled him into the stacks.
We were both out of breath now. But before I had a chance to debate whether or not he was actually a jock or not, he kissed me.
Yes, please.
I grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him closer to me. Making out with a stranger was so much better than listening to a boring professor drone on and on about a subject I knew all about.
His hands fell to my waist.
I didn’t want to waste my precious bodyguard-free time. I figured I had 10 minutes tops until they found me. So I jumped, wrapping my legs around Jock #3’s waist.
He wasn’t expecting it, and my back slammed against the shelf of books as he steadied himself.
God, this is so fucking hot. We were about to bring the whole library down. I had no idea why, but there was nothing I loved more than making out with a complete stranger. No strings attached fun was a way of life.
His fingers wandered to my ass and he groaned into my mouth.
That was my favorite part. A subtle, uncontrollable groan. Fuck me please.
“You’re a miracle,” he said.
“Yes. But my name’s Chastity.” That was one of my rules. No banging until they knew my name. I loved being unforgettable. And it was much harder to forget me when men were screaming my name.
“You seem anything but chaste.”
How many times had I heard that before? But I didn’t care about what came out of his mouth. I just cared about what his mouth could do. “Tell me about it.” I grabbed both sides of his face and pulled his lips back to mine. He pushed my back against the shelf of books again and I heard something fall to the floor.
I opened my eyes to see what had fallen. There was a book on the ground, which wasn’t surprising. What was surprising was the folded-up note that had fallen out. “Time out,” I said and tapped his shoulder.