I was staying, though. RFA still had the best teachers in the country, and it was actually safe now that Sanders and the other guilty parties were gone. The deputy head—who had no idea about the secret society—had been promoted to headmaster by the remaining members of the school board, and Ms. Flores had been hired as the replacementdeputy.
The school would never have the same shining reputation that it enjoyed in the past, but with decent people in charge, it wouldn’t sink too far, and I was happy tostay.
In fact, for once in my life, I was actually happy ingeneral.
Now that the shock and horror of the recent events had started to wear off, I was able to be a totally normal girl who did totally normal things. My main worries were no longer vicious bullies, amateur murder investigations, and secretive schoolgirl sex trafficking rings. They were blissfully-average worries like keeping my grades up, getting to rowing practice on time, and getting all of my assignments done by their duedates.
Oh, and one more thing—possibly getting caught screwing my boyfriend in thelibrary.
Now that I didn’t have anything major to worry about, it was like a switch had flipped in my body, turning me into a sex-crazed maniac. I couldn’t get enough of Hunter’s body. Even when we had classes, we couldn’t stop groping each other under the desk, and between periods we sneaked around like we were having an affair, hooking up in darkened stairwells and nooks in storageclosets.
Right now, I was on the rolling ladder that lay against the tall shelves at the very back of the enormous library, running my fingers along the spines of the books as I searched for a novel I needed for an upcoming English assignment. Hunter’s hand was up my pleated tartan skirt, cupping my ass with his palm, and I didn’t need to turn my head over my shoulder to know that he wassmirking.
My stomach fluttered like crazy, the way it always did when he touched me, and I gripped the side of the ladder with one hand and swatted him away with theother.
“Stop,” I said with a soft giggle. “I need to get thisbook.”
“Get it after,” Hunter said, putting his hand straight back up myskirt.
“Afterwhat?”
He answered me by sliding his fingers farther up my thigh and pressing them right against my entrance. I knew I was already wet, just from the slightest touch of hisfingertips.
“What if someone sees us?” I said, looking over my shoulder. There was no one around, but that could changesoon.
Hunter simply shrugged and leaned closer, pressing his lips to one side of myneck.
“Seriously, Hunter, someone could walk past at any second,” I said, looking to my left to check the other side of theaisle.
“Good. I want them to see us,” he muttered against my ear, teasing my dripping entrance with hisfingertips.
“We really shouldn’t,” I whispered, but I arched my back anyway, letting him slip a finger insideme.
He grinned. “If you didn’t want to do this, why did you forget to wear your school stockings when it’s only forty-five degrees outside?” he asked. His thumb teased my clit, sending jolts of arousal through my body, and I gasped as he murmured against the shell of my ear again. “You skipped your panties, too. I think you did that forme.”
“Maybe I was just in a rush to get dressed this morning,” I saidbreathlessly.
“Maybe from now on you should skip them every day,” he replied, sliding a second finger insideme.
I closed my eyes and bit my lip to stop a loud moan from spilling out. Hunter suddenly pulled his hand away, leaving me aching from the absence of histouch.
My eyes flew open. “Why did youstop?”
He grabbed me by the arms and flipped me around so that I was facing him. The steps of the ladder dug into my back, but I barely registered the slight pain. I was too preoccupied by the way Hunter was looking at me, eyes clouded withlust.
“You said you were worried about someone seeing us,” he said, lifting hisbrows.
I groaned inwardly. He knew exactly what he was doing to me; tormenting me by turning me on and then pulling away to make me beg forit.
Two can play at thatgame.
“You’re right,” I said. “We really shouldn’t doanything.”
One hand slipped up my shirt and into my bra, stroking my erect nipples. “You sure about that?” Hunter asked, lips hooking upward on oneside.
“Yes,” I said stubbornly. “I don’t want to getcaught.”
He moved even closer to me, pressing his hardness against my inner thigh. I was so wet I wanted to scream. “What’s the worst that could happen?” he asked in a lowmurmur.