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“That’s crossing an even more serious line.” He paused. “Are you sucking on lemon drops again?”

“Yes,” I said, rolling the candy around in my mouth.

“Hand it over,” he said gruffly, but didn’t reach out a hand this time.

There was a small, silent standoff before I took the lemon drop out of my mouth.

I held it out to him. He tilted his head the smallest bit to aim his eyes from his computer screen and at me. Slowly, he stuck out his tongue.

I stared stupidly for a beat before setting the candy there.

His tongue curled around my fingers as he took the candy, licking and sucking for a prolonged moment before he pushed them out of his mouth.

I was panting.

“Are you hard?” I asked unsteadily. I felt so close to getting what I wanted, what I’d wanted for so long, that I was a bit lightheaded with it. “Let me see.”

Without warning his hand was under my skirt. He was still facing his computer, eyes aimed straight ahead now, as though nothing unusual were happening, but he was fingering me and cursing under his breath as he did it.

“Did you think I was lying about being bare for you?” I asked huskily.

He closed his eyes, letting out a heavy breath. “You’re wet.” He said it like that discovery had put him in agony.

“I—,” I stopped talking as he pushed a big finger into me.

“God, you’re so small. You really are a virgin.” He moved his finger around and I moaned. He pulled it out slightly, I protested, and he pushed it back in, once, twice, then again.

“Deeper,” I gasped.

He pressed a little deeper this time, and the pressure was intense. “I’ll do permanent damage if I go deeper than this.” He pushed a little as though to test it.

“Do it,” I begged.

Abruptly his finger was gone, and he was looking directly up at me as he sucked it clean.

“That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” I told him.

He didn’t answer, just went back to his work, clearly trying to ignore me again.

“Let me get under your desk and suck you off.”

His eyes snapped back to me, and he looked angry now. He turned in his seat, squaring his shoulders to face me as he studied me and asked, “Have you done a lot of that? Sucking guys off?”

I shook my head. “No. I saved it all for you. I’ve been obsessed with you since freshman year.”

“What have you done? I want to hear every sexual act you’ve performed with those boys I’ve seen you cuddling up to.”

I thought about it. “Making out. Brett Stevens felt me up. Over the bra. And Jake—”

“That dumb jock?”

I smiled. “Yeah. He fingered me over my panties, and I touched his dick over his jeans, and he came instantly in his pants so . . . almost a hand job? That’s about it.”

“Stay away from Jake. He’s practically a cave man.”

“I haven’t gone near him for quite a while.”

“Are you dating anyone now?”