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“Jesus, Drew, that feels amazing…” I murmur and then pull away slightly to get a good look at him, all sleepy, sexy, and tussled. “Are you sure this is okay? I mean, I’m still a week away from orals and my conducting final. I’m not officially graduated yet, Dr. Drew…”

“I was thinking we could do a practice test.”

“What? Ahhhhhh…” I can’t even finish my thought when his mouth reaches where my neck meets my shoulder. Another “point of interest” along the map of my body that he’s been drawing in his head. This guy doesn’t miss an inch when it comes to my erogenous zones, tugging at the collar of my shirt so he can kiss my bare shoulder.

“Oh, please…” I murmur.

It’s a plea for him to stop before it goes too far. At the same time, I want him to go so far that he can’t stop. I’m clearly unclear on which outcome I want right now. Actually, that’s not true. I know what outcome I want. I just don’t think it’s an outcome I can have and still get to work on time. But, when his warm hands find their way up and under the bottom of my blouse, I know that all hope is lost.

“Drew, you’re going to make me late,” I half whine, half groan when he pushes up the soft cups of my bra so he can get his hands on my breasts.

“You want me to stop?” he asks just as his tongue finds my belly button.

“Ugh, no. Please, don’t stop…” I moan, getting his comment about an oral practice test.

He looks up at me just long enough to flash his self-satisfied grin, and then he’s traveling to points southward, unzipping my jeans then easing them, along with my panties, down to just below my hips. I start to lift my backside so he can pull them all the way off, but he stops me.

“Uh-uh,” he says, stopping the downward pull of my clothes when they’re mid-thigh.

“But I can’t really—you know—I can’t…”

“Spread your legs?”

He seems to relish finishing the sentence for me. But before I can comment, I feel his hot, soft tongue dipping into my hot, soft folds.

An unintelligible gurgle comes out of my mouth, and I arch my back. I try to separate my thighs, but it’s no use, they’re held tight in their denim bindings. In the meantime, one of his hands is back on one of my breasts, reaching up to gently roll my nipple between his thumb and index finger.

He’s doing a damn fine job of swirling, licking, and tracing every spot except for the one I’m silently begging him to touch. I’m on the very edge of my sanity as he comes close and pulls back again and again. The bastard knew exactly what he was doing when he pulled my pants only partially down my legs. I can writhe under him as much as I want, but I have almost no room to maneuver myself. I cry out in frustration and hear him chuckling between my thighs.

“Please, Drew,” I whimper from above him. “Please…”

My eyes fly open and I arch off the bed again when he sucks my most sensitive flesh into his mouth. He moves his other hand to my stomach, holding me down so I can’t fight against the intense pleasure that’s mounting faster than I can process it.

“Oh, Jesus, Drew!”

I’m practically wailing when he finally decides to put me out of my misery with tiny nibbles, making the world explode around me.

You wouldn’t think this is how the worst day of your life would begin.

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I may be late for work, but I’m happy when I get there. I grab an apron from the back and throw my hair up under my cap. I’ve got a smile for everyone I encounter. But it’s still early yet. Things don’t pick up until I’ve been there an hour or so. That’s when I notice the strange looks I’m getting. I pop into the bathroom to make sure Drew didn’t leave a huge hickey somewhere visible. Nope. Nothing out of the ordinary, so I must be imagining things.

When I get back out onto the floor, I spot them at their usual table. At least, it was their usual table until the whole coffee incident. Joanie, Ken, and company have been ducking me since then. Not today, though. Today, all four of them are sitting on the same side of the table, no one sitting across from them. It’s bizarre, really.

She’s snickering. He’s sneering. They’re all leering and pointing. And here I thought we were past all this. Well, no matter what, I’m not going to let them ruin this day that has started so spectacularly well. I walk right up to them with a broad smile.

“Good morning,” I greet them cheerily. “Can I get you guys some fresh coffee?” I offer as a goodwill gesture.

That’s when I notice the newspapers. Four people. Four papers. With some secret signal they’ve prearranged, they pick them up in unison and open them so that the front page is facing me. Or, rather, the front pages. All four identical front pages. I’m still smiling as I glance down at them, but the smile doesn’t stay there for long.

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Thursday May 4th 7:12 a.m.

K: Drew! There’s an article in the paper about us. That SOB Kevin Kilpatrick. How did he find out? Was he following us? Shit!! PLEASE call me NOW.

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