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and he’s on top of me.
    Britain’s voice floats through the
air. “Lift your arms above your head, Ry.”
    I listen to her. Dallas hovers over
me, sliding the dress over my knees and off my ankles until I’m in
nothing but my bandeau and panties. Our eyes connect, and suddenly,
even with the bright light of the afternoon day, there is something
dark and wicked lingering in them. Something far different than
what I saw in him yesterday as he stumbled through the Power Point
at the front of the lecture hall.
    In an instant, being unsure of him
comes naturally. I bite my lower lip as he dips his head to the
flesh beneath my navel. His tongue glides above the ridge of my
panties. I hiss and buck my hips. My skin vibrates with his
laughter. He’s aware of how much this is killing me.
    This session just turned from
smoldering hot to pure torture.
    “ Lick her neck,” Britain
instructs.
    Okay, now it’s pure torture.
    Dallas crawls forward until his body
covers mine. “Don’t mind me,” he murmurs, still grinning. I want to
counter with something clever but all that’s escaping my mouth are
rapid spurts of breath.
    He lowers himself until his chest is
pressed against mine. He keeps himself steady with one hand and
uses the other cup my neck. His nose brushes against mine and I
part my lips, wondering if he’s going to kiss me. Wondering if I’m
okay with that.
    “ Close your eyes,” he
orders. I let them flutter shut and wait.
    I gasp when his tongue sweeps my
throat, finding a sweet spot behind my ear and sucking.
    “ Don’t move,” says
Britain. “You look perfectly shocked right now, Ry.”
    I hold my breath, trying my hardest
not to move or change my expression. As I do so, Dallas runs the
pad of his thumb against my jaw and whispers into my ear, “You’re
good at faking it.”
    He’s teasing me. He’s teasing me
because he knows my reaction was real.
    “ And that’s a wrap,”
Britain says.
    I exhale. I need to get this boy off
me before I start panting like an animal. But he doesn’t release
me. Instead, he pulls me to his chest, grabs beneath my legs, and
picks me up.
    “ What are you doing?” I
yell.
    He starts to run toward the pool. I’m
screaming obscenities and Britain’s laughing and suddenly I can’t
hear her anymore, because cold water engulfs me.
    I swim to the surface, spitting water
from my mouth. Dallas is treading water next to me, looking too
smug for my tastes.
    I want to kill him.
    I want to ravish him,
and then I want
to kill him.
    “ You’re hired!” Britain
screams.
     

Dallas
     
    I’ve taken three cold showers since
I’ve been home.
    Luckily, Tricia’s so wrapped up in her
work that she doesn’t seem to notice. It helps that I try not to
get my hair wet, aiming the freezing cold jet of water right toward
my cock.
    Every time I even think of
Rylan, I get hard again. The way she writhed beneath me like she
wasn’t rolling her eyes at me the moment before. She acted like she
hated me until I touched her. And then something happened. It was
like she wanted me—like she really wanted me.
    I turn the shower off and stand there,
cold and dripping. And then I think about the way she tasted—sweet,
like frosting.
    I groan and turn the shower back on.
There isn’t anything I’d rather be doing than getting off to the
thought of Rylan Willow for the rest of the night, but there’s a
seminar tonight on mitochondria and metabolism, and their flying in
the scientists from Philadelphia. All serious grad students will be
there.
    And, damnit, I’m giving up med school
to go into field research, so I must be a serious grad
student.
    Finally, when I think I can manage to
go five minutes without getting a hard-on, I leave the shower and
change into a t-shirt and jeans. In the living room, Tricia still
sits on the couch with her computer in her lap, completely invested
in her work. Tricia works as a web designer, or I should say, lives
as a web designer. Dressed in yoga pants and