“When did you become an optimist, Colt?” I ask.
His lips quirk up an inch. “I’d guess somewhere between kissing you for the first time and you saying you love me.”
I groan. “Oh my god, you’re such a fucking sap now. I’m telling everyone.”
“No one will believe you,” he says.
I’m mid-laugh when he captures my mouth, his smile pressed to my own. As teasing as the kiss begins, it escalates quickly. Colton repositions me so I’m straddling him, and I push down, feeling the way he hardens for me. The soft grunts and hisses I elicit with the slide of my hips give me life.
His hands slip under my dress, dipping into my underwear to grip my ass as he takes control of our movements, dragging me along with the perfect pressure. I love the way he grasps me, hard and bruising, like he’s worried I may slip through his fingers likewater. One of his hands moves around my body until he reaches my core, already soaked for him.
“We don’t have time for this,” I pant against his mouth.
“Our meeting was cut short by that asshole,” he says. “Pretty sure we have the rest of the day for whatever we want.”
“There are plenty of other things we need to work on.” The words are pathetically breathy, and they break completely when he slides two fingers inside me.
“You deserve to feel good, Chaos,” he says against my neck. “Let me make you feel good.”
His thumb rubs against my clit, the perfect pressure, and any other objections die on my tongue. There’s no stress, no presentation in a few days that we’re wholly unprepared for, no professors waiting to see us fail. There’s only Colt and his hands and the safety of his body against mine.
He slides a hand into my hair, gripping tightly and angling my face toward his. “Open your eyes, Chaos. Let me see you when you come for me.”
I didn’t even realize they’d closed, so focused on the sensations, but I listen and force them back open. I’m instantly captured by his moss green eyes, intense and loving.
“You are spectacular,” he says as he picks up the pace of his circles on my clit. “So fucking spectacular. I can’t believe I get to see you like this.”
“Colton—” I can’t get out more, can’t form coherent sentences when he’s taking me apart.
“I love you, Quinn,” he says, and that’s enough to tilt me over the edge.
I don’t have the clarity to hide my moan, but Colton’s there, protecting me like always, swallowing the moan so it doesn’t leave his office. His fingers keep moving, not letting up until he’s certain he’s wrung out every ounce of pleasure possible.
I collapse against his chest, sucking in breaths in an attempt to come down from the high.
“Feeling better?” he asks smugly.
I pinch his side, but don’t have the strength to lift myself off him. “So fucking pleased with yourself.”
He chuckles against my hair, dusting a soft kiss there that has my heart leaping. “Now that you’re not so stressed, I have someone in mind to help us, but before I say who, you have to promise to stay quiet and let me make my whole case before you tell me no.”
“That’s not ominous at all,” I say sleepily. “Did you get me off as a form of manipulation?”
“Are you complaining?” he asks.
“No,” I say around a yawn, the exhaustion from the past few days settling into my bones. “You should use that particular form of manipulation a few times a day for the rest of our lives.”
He chuckles, shifting his arms more tightly around me. “Do you agree to keep quiet while I argue my point?”
I sigh and shift backward so I can see him properly. “Fine. I’ll stay quiet.”
“Great,” he says with a firm slap to my ass. “Here’s what I’m thinking.”
37
QUINN
AUGUST — LAST DAY TO WIN OVER THE FACULTY
