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Fifteen

Junior

I drawa line along Eliza’s naked hip, tracing up and down for what must be the two-hundredth time but neither of us seems to care.

Usually, I’d come up with an excuse at this point. Tonight was fun, babe, but I got an early practice in the morning. I’ll see you out. Something plausible but strategic to remind them of who I am and how lucky they were to even be here.

But right now, the thought doesn’t even cross my mind as I stare over at Eliza. I’m just lying here, looking into the stunning ocean currents she calls eyes, refusing to look at the clock because I know that doing so will put a limit on this moment.

“What?” she asks, smiling gently with her head on my pillow.

“Nothing,” I reply, letting my fingertips dance along her skin.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like it’s just an intermission.”

I laugh. “Maybe it is.”

She props herself up on her elbow. “Bullshit.”

“I told you I could rock you all night, Eliza Pierce. You should have believed me.”

“Well, then… I stand corrected,” she laughs.

I shake my head and slide closer to her. “No, if you’re standing, then I’ve done something wrong. Spread your legs again—”

She slaps me away. “Not so fast… I need a little more rest first.”

“That’s what I thought.” I settle back, feeling a rush of satisfaction as she laughs.

“Oh…” She sits up. “Speaking of you doing things wrong…” I raise a confused brow as she crawls across the bed and reaches for my notebook on the desk, flashing me the most exquisite view of her tempting ass as she moves. “I checked over your math homework while I was waiting on you.”

“I thought you were only here for a few minutes before I got home,” I say, glancing at the pencil notches taking over my homework.

She clears her throat, ignoring the accusation as she points to the paper. “I think we need to go over factoring again because you keep—”

I snatch the notebook from her and toss it to the floor. “Not now.”

“But—”

“Ellie…” I shift her onto her back and drop my lips to her breasts. “Not now.”

She smiles and exhales the tension from her muscles as I descend her body. “Okay… tomorrow then.”

“Tomorrow is Sunday,” I argue.

“That’s the perfect day for studying.”

“When a guy fantasizes about his tutor riding him, a stern work ethic is not what he’s thinking about…”

“Get used to it, Junior. I said you’d learn it and I meant it.”

I kiss down her navel, sliding my tongue along her flavorful skin. “You know… you haven’t told me what you wanted in return for tutoring me.”

Her lips curl. “Oh, that.” She runs her fingers through my hair, quivering softly as my tongue inches even closer to her core. “Grab my bag.”

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