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Now that would have been a whole lot of fun. I liked to surprise him like that.

I bit down on my bottom lip, stifling a smile as I finally cut the connection. I couldn’t really have him watching me when Maggie was here; it wasn’t right. She didn’t consent to any of this.

But if I could figure out a way to reconnect another time when I was all by myself, then I was going to make that fantasy come true. Just imagining his face as I stunned him to the core would be worth every second. And if he returned the favor with a bit of a live show for me, even better.

“Weird. Anyway…”

I spun to face Maggie, who was shell-shocked at my new cavalier attitude toward the whole thing. But I’d worked it all out now, and there was nothing to stress about.

“You aren’t more worried, Christine?”

I shrugged and smiled. “Seems like it was a pop-up, like you said. I don’t even think it was streaming, it just looked like that. Strange, but what are you going to do?”

“Hide your webcam? Always turn your laptop off when you aren’t using it?”

“Right.”

That was what I would do. When she was around. When I was alone, I had a feeling that I would be leaving my laptop open a lot. This was a fun little dangerous game that I could get all excited about, allowing me to forget that I was the center of attention at the moment.

The only eyes I wanted on me were his, and I would do anything to keep it that way.

5

BRANDON

I sank down in my car seat as I waited for Christine to join me in the passenger’s side of my sports car. I didn’t see the point in being this discrete. I was already not near campus, but I got she was worried. She didn’t like being gossiped about, so whatever.

If it made her feel more comfortable, then so be it.

I drummed my fingers on the steering wheel, needing her to hurry up now. I’d been on edge all week long; it had been freaking impossible to keep away from her. My little video stream of her, which activated every single time she opened up her laptop—I wasn’t sure she was aware of that—was just about the only thing that kept me going.

Watching her sleep and study, watch films, and change…just seeing her every move made me feel so close to her. But not close enough. I needed to be inside her.

I’d been good, kept my distance, but no more. Tonight was going to be wild.

There she is.

As soon as I spotted her, my heart skipped a beat. She was looking fine. Too many clothes on, of course, but we could rectify that as soon as we got to my place.

Christine’s eyes were all over the place. Honestly, did she want to look like she was up to something? She couldn’t have been more suspicious if she tried.

But she must have been satisfied that no one was watching because eventually she slid into the seat beside me. I could almost feel her heart pounding from here, which had my mouth salivating with need.

“How’s it going?” I asked her, bemusement lacing my tone. “You ready to get out of here?”

“Sure am,” she breathed deep. “Get me the hell away from here.”

She was stiff, almost curled up in her seat as we started to pull away, but the more distance we got between the college and us, the more I could sense her relaxing. As we pulled into the parking lot near my home, she actually rested her hand on my upper thigh.

Dangerous, when I was this close to exploding.

Did I fuck her here in the car? Probably not—this was a busy place. I suppose I’d promised her a weekend of privacy so I would try and give her that much.

“We should get inside,” I told her gravely. “Or I will destroy you out here.”

She practically leapt out of the car, eagerness surging through her veins. Ooh, that smile was delicious. I couldn’t wait to wipe it off her face as I buried in deep.

I tried to be good, I really did, but she was just so alluring. The moment we were in the stairwell, about to head up to the third floor to my apartment, I had to lay my hands on her. I shoved her up against the wall and pressed myself between her thighs, hoping she could already feel how hard she had me, as I kissed her deeply.


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