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He laughed at the idea and placed a hand on my thigh. “I didn’t know you were such a comedian. You got underwear on under this thing?” he wondered, inching my skirt up.
I tensed. “What are you doing?”
“I’m going to finger you right here, in front of everyone, since you’re my girlfriend and all,” he murmured.
The warmth from his mouth next to the delicate skin of my ear sent a flush right through me.
“Asshole,” I snapped, knowing he’d got me. I’d have to move.
“Brat,” he responded and took his dickish behavior to the next level by kicking the table leg.
The coffee I’d set on the table rocked dangerously and splattered down my skirt and top. I stood, shaking the hot liquid off my skirt. Damn it. I’d have to wet it immediately. My phone vibrated madly as I blotted the mark.
Ignoring Asher for a second, I checked the message. It was from my next class. A reminder to bring my portfolio in to update my advisor on my progress. I had mine in my bag.
“You might want to go wash up…that’s gonna leave a stain,” Asher observed idly.
With a deadly look, I took his damn advice and made for the bathroom. Okay, sure, maybe he’d just scored a point, but I had plenty more tricks up my sleeve.
Asher
As soon as Winter had disappeared into the bathroom, I snatched her phone off the table. She’d put it down unlocked, and it hadn’t timed out yet.
It really was too easy.
Going to the app store, I downloaded my favorite Big Brother app, invisible on the home screen, but always running in the background, and paired it with my phone. I ran the same one on my sister and mom’s phones. A small dot appeared on a campus map. Winter’s phone location. I liked to keep tabs on my opponents just as much as my loved ones.
Next, I fished about in her bag for her keys and pocketed them, and then poked around at the rest of her things, out of interest.
Her portfolio was interesting. I’d never have guessed the arty, introspective side of Winter. Her photographs were arresting. They felt searching, somehow, like I was a different person for studying them.
I took the entire thing and stuffed it into my sports bag, then dumped the bag onto the floor. I moved the vacant chair to another table, relaxing back just as she reappeared. Her little cheer fuck-me outfit was distracting as hell, and I wasn’t the only guy who’d noticed. Gazes stuck to her when she walked past, oblivious.
“Where did my chair go?” she demanded. Daddy’s princess really never learned.
Before I could answer, she lowered herself back on my lap, this time sideways so she could loop an arm around my shoulders. This girl was playing with fire.
Then she iced her play for attention with a cherry on top, reaching for my coffee and taking a long drink.
“You spilled mine, remember?” she pointed out, setting the cup down in front of me.
“You’re being a brat right now, you know that?”
“I’m aware.” She tossed her long hair, and it hit me in the face, filling my nose with her amber-and-jasmine scent. “But I think you protest too much…maybe you like it.” She turned a soft grin to me. “I mean, is that a knife in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?”
She picked up my coffee again, and I chuckled. “That has cinnamon in it,” I murmured to her.
She jerked, dragging her ass over my hard-on in a way that made me groan internally. She set the cup down and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
“Just kidding, geez, relax,” I goaded her.
She wriggled around like she was about to scold me, and I distracted her by gripping her hips.
I moved her purposefully across the hardness in my pants. It wasn’t my fucking knife in my pocket, that was for sure. It was my cock trying to invent a way to cut through a few layers of clothing and get inside this infuriating woman. It had been a while. Actually, I couldn’t even remember when I’d last had time to indulge in any action with the fairer sex. It had certainly been before that fateful Parents' Day. Senior year had busted my ass so hard, and Colorado had been brutal, trying to fit in with the new team. Women had been the last thing on my mind. Except one.
I rocked her against it and turned a glare to anyone watching us, my eyes promising murder if they continued to ogle us.
“Stop!” she gasped, finally realizing that she really was letting me get off on rubbing her delectable ass on my dick in public.
