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“Endlessly.”
“I hate you.”
“No, you don’t.”
“You’re an asshole.”
He nodded, grin threating to split his face in two, twin sets of fangs glinting in the lovely, blue-tinted light over the sink. “Do try to be more creative with your insults in the future.” Looking down at his crotch, Bane whisper-shouted, “You hear that, Mason? She wanted to be covered in our cream.”
Who the hell is Mason? A recent memory tickled my gray matter, but I couldn’t think clearly enough to recall what it was. Suddenly, it came to me. Oh, no. “Please don’t tell me you named your,” I waved a hand in his general pubic vicinity and quirked a brow.
“Okay, I won't tell you that I named my cock.”
“But you did. Didn't you.” It wasn’t a question.
Bane snickered. “It's very clever if I do say so myself.”
My fingertips rubbed circles over my, excessively sticky, I noted to my dismay, temples. “For fuck’s sake.”
“At first, I named him noodle, you know, because his brain is hollow like the inside of a noodle,” I explained.
I blew out a breath. “You do realize that not all noodles have hollow centers.”
He waved my comment away, not pausing in his explanation. “Stop talking nonsense, silly lass. I’m in the middle of a story.” Bane pinned her with a censorious look, but the sharp grin following it ruined his attempt at a stern expression. “Anyway, I eventually decided on Mason,” he paused, no doubt for dramatic effect, “as in a masonry worker.”
I groaned and threw my head back. “Please stop.”
“One who works with stone.” The grotesque waited a beat, as if allowing me time to let the joke sink in. His brows furrowed, lower lip sticking out a bit. “Get it?” I didn’t respond, staring at him blankly. “I thought it was very witty.”
“You should've stuck with noodle.”
Awkward tension tightened between us, then Bane startled us both with abrupt, borderline psychotic, laughter, his electric blue eyes crinkling with mirth.
I shoved a knotted tangle of hair off my face and froze. “Ugh, you got it in my hair, now I really do have to shower again,” I growled, then tacked on another point for good measure, regardless of the fact that my traitorous, fluid-kink-loving-pussy gushed with how much she loved it. “Bane, you absolute asshole,” I peered down at myself and the copious amounts of his release still clinging to my body, notwithstanding the fact that the shower remained on, “there’s so much of it, and why is it so fucking thick?”
Growling once I remembered the curtains now lay heaped on the tiles, I repeated my earlier bathing efforts, resolutely refusing to let my unsatisfied body derail my progress.
My will was stronger than that.
I gasped, eyes popping open and conditioner slicked fingers poised mid-lather as the grotesque’s deep, amused voice greeted my ears. “By-the-by, Honeybee, that phone of yours is going mad, the display insists that Monstera lass is either barking mad or so upset she’ll perish if you don’t respond soon, annnd it’s 8:40 a.m.” He stopped his endless string rapid fire anxiety darts for precisely five seconds, then continued. “On Thursday. Better hurry if you’re going to make it to class on time. I cannot fathom what is taking you so long to get clean. You must be incredibly filthy to linger so.”
“Your humor knows no bounds,” I replied deadpan, crossing my fingers that the response encouraged him to leave.
“Oh! Sidenote, I left a bottle of water on your dresser, please drink it for me. I hear the TA,” he said all in one breath and chasing it with a faux cough poorly concealing ‘the true professor’,” is a real hard-arse. Best not be late.”
My lips parted to curse him out, but Bane persisted jabbering happily. “I’ll see you soon, Ms. Gowdie,” he crooned and my shoulders fell as the door snicked shut. “Good fucking girl.”
CHAPTER 20
Not A Professor
BANE
Whoever invented edging was an awe inspiring, devious genius.
The university’s cooling system kicked on and a vent located somewhere on the far side of the room blew artificially chilled air, absolutely soaked in arousal sharpened honey drenched cherry blossom toward me. Adjusting myself, I let her natural perfume soak into my pores. My ears twitched as Miko mewled softly, directing my attention to her, not that it has strayed very far in the first place. I bit my tongue, stifling my reaction while watching her smooth, pale thighs rub together under the desk.
I wonder if she wore a dress to punish me? Jokes on her, it only gives me a clearer view beneath it.
