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She texted several times each day to tell me about her classes, ask me about mine, complain about my living situation, and apologize for being busy with sorority rush stuff. I sometimes felt like I couldn’t keep up.

“I’m going to make it up to you soooo good,” she said, using her sultry sex voice and lightly scratching her long nails on the bare skin of my forearm.

Thank fuck, I didn’t say. But I thought it. Over and over until I was pushing my way into the room with her sticky lip gloss pressed against my mouth and jaw.

As soon as we were behind the closed door of my room, I snuck my hands up her shirt and onto her lace-covered tits, letting out a groan of relief. Fucking finally.

“What do you want, Corbett?” she murmured. The name made me grimace. I’d told her before not to call me that—that it reminded me of my father and grandfather—but she never remembered. Or maybe she preferred their name to mine.

“Want you to suck my cock,” I tried, thinking if Elliot Vaughn could get away with that language, then so could I.

She ran a hand over the front of my shorts. I wasn’t hard yet, but I would be soon.

Any minute now, really.

“You want my mouth on you, baby?” she teased with a little performative whimper. “Tell me how you want it.”

I glanced over at Vaughn’s unmade bed, suddenly noticing the woodsy, masculine scent of him permeating the room around us.

Look at me while you choke on my cock.

I squeezed my eyes closed against the memory of his voice.

“That’s it,” Arden said, feeling my dick finally come to life.

Fuck. What was happening to me?

She moved down to her knees and peered up at me through her lashes. “You want me to talk dirty to you? Tell you how much I want to⁠—”

“No,” I grunted, immediately feeling secondhand embarrassment. “Jesus, sorry. No.”

A little frown of confusion marred her forehead, so I yanked her back up to kiss her. My dick had fallen asleep completely, and now I felt like I wasn’t far behind. Maybe being this close to my bed was confusing it, considering how exhausted I was.

“I want you inside me,” she said.

At this rate, I was headed toward the unthinkable. We hadn’t hooked up in days. If I couldn’t get hard for her, she was going to think I was cheating.

Quick, think of anything, anything, that will get your dick hard.

My brain unhelpfully reminded me of the last time I’d been hard—last night, when Vaughn had been fucking that guy. I’d caught a glimpse of Vaughn in his underwear. Broad shoulders covered in ink trailing down over firm muscles and into his underwear.

Did he have tattoos on his ass? Why? Who would ever see…

I imagined a man fucking him from behind—the only scenario I could think of where someone would be faced with whatever the fuck was inked under his briefs.

Arden made a sound of approval as my brain continued to spin. There was no way Elliot Vaughn let other men fuck him. The guy liked being in control. Liked bossing people around like an asshole. Liked making people whimper⁠—

That’s it, babygirl.

I sucked in a breath before opening my eyes. Arden’s shirt was off, and she was reaching for the clasp of her bra. I quickly reached behind her and snapped it open, pulling the lacy fabric off and dropping it on the floor before leaning down to take one of her hardened nipples into my mouth. She had fantastic fucking tits. Sure, they were medically assisted, but they were perky and full, with responsive-as-fuck nipples that crinkled when I even looked at them.

“Oh god,” she groaned.

I pulled her toward my bed until I could sit on the edge of the mattress and give her boobs the attention they deserved. Maybe I could make her come like this. Suck on her tits and slide my fingers inside her.

I pulled her tiny shorts down, exposing a neatly trimmed triangle of hair. She smelled good, but not as good as the woodsy bodywash in the room. I inhaled a breath of it and slid my finger through her slit.

My dick was a dead lump against my thigh again. Completely uninterested. Heat bloomed in my cheeks. My only hope was to distract her from noticing. If there was one thing I knew about Arden, it was that she didn’t keep secrets very well. My inability to get hard would become her next worry.