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That, and I’d woken up hard and wanted to bury myself inside her.

Brielle was waiting on me in the living room when I walked in there. She was dressed and drinking a cup of coffee. I looked around for Cam but didn’t see him.

“Good morning,” she said, standing up as I approached her.

I pulled her to me and pressed a long, hungry kiss on her mouth. She looked flushed when I pulled back.

“Morning,” I said, then took her cup from her hand to set it down.

“I can’t stay. I already sent Cam downstairs to get dressed. I have to go feed him, then send him out to the bus,” she said.

“Then, come back to me,” I added.

She smiled and pressed a hand against my chest. “No. Then, I have to go to work.”

Fuck. Work.I’d forgotten about that. She had to work.

“Call in sick,” I said.

She laughed, then slipped away from me, putting space between us. “I can’t. It’s not summer hours anymore. The campus is full of students, and I am needed.”

“I need you,” I told her.

She sighed and stepped toward the door.

“We can’t … you know … all the time,” she said.

“Fuck?” I asked when she couldn’t say the word.

She blushed again and nodded.

“Oh, baby, but I can. When it’s you, my dick doesn’t seem to need a break.”

She laughed and turned for the door. “I have to go, Dean.”

I hated work. I wanted her here. With me. All the time.

Whoa … I needed to stop and process that. Did I really want that? Was I completely pussy-whipped? Was that what they called it?

I didn’t go to the door when she opened it. I watched her as she stepped out and waved to me.

“I’ll see you later,” she said.

I gave a nod and watched as she closed the door. Standing there, staring at the door, I waited to see how I felt. What this was exactly.

I looked down at my cock, and it was hard. That was a given. Then, I lifted my gaze back to the door, and I felt … I felt … fuck me. I missed her. I missed her smile. I missed the sound of her voice. Dammit to hell, I missed her and not just her body. I missedher.

I let my head fall back as I closed my eyes and cursed again. “Motherfucker.”

I’d gone from telling her that her pussy was mine during sex to wanting to claim all of her. All the time.

How the hell did I get here?

Shit.

I headed for the kitchen windows that overlooked the main road. Then, I stood there and waited. Finally, I saw Cam come running across the parking lot with his backpack on his back just as the school bus rolled to a stop outside. He turned and waved. Brielle had walked down with him. I saw her as she stepped farther out into the parking lot. She called something to him, and he nodded, then climbed onto the bus.

My eyes went back to her. She waited until the bus completely pulled away before turning and walking back to the building.


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