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fools of him and Celeste. They were about as far apart in age as John and Emma.
    “He’s in his late thirties, and she’s 21. Gross.” Summer flicked her hand in the air. “Emma needs to hook up with the younger guy.”
    Seth tried his best to keep his breathing even, his face a frozen mask of indifference. “Thank you for those enlightening words of wisdom. Anyone else?”
    “What about Celeste?” Turning, Summer pointed toward the corner of the room. “She’s always got an opinion. Or maybe she didn’t do the reading. Maybe that’s why she’s sitting in the back.”
    “I did my homework,” Celeste flatly replied.
    “Okay.” Summer wagged her eyebrows. “So what’s your opinion?”
    Seth inwardly grimaced, as his gaze darted toward Celeste. She met his gaze, and for an eternal second, Seth’s heart stopped beating.
    By now, all eyes in the classroom were on Celeste, too. Clutching at the corners of his notes, Seth could feel the frustration welling inside. He didn’t like seeing her uncomfortable. But even worse, he feared her answer. What if she realized she’d made a mistake, and she sat in the back because she didn’t want to face him? What if…he wasn’t good enough yesterday?
    Celeste batted her lashes, twisting her backpack strap between long, slender fingers. “I think she should follow her heart.”
    “Blah.” Summer tossed her hands in the air. “I knew she’d say something like that.”
    “That’s an excellent answer, Celeste.” Breathing a sigh of relief, Seth allowed a slight smile to tug at his lips. But inwardly, he was elated. He must have pleased her yesterday. Maybe he’s not a ‘lame fuck’ anymore. But the only way to be sure he succeeded is if she came back for more. His gaze darted toward the clock. Two more interminable hours, then she’d come to him.
    He hoped.

Chapter Four
    “Why did you sit in the back today?” Looking into Celeste’s bright green eyes, he stroked a soft lock of her hair while she sat cross-legged on his sofa. God, he loved her hair, so pale it fell around her shoulders like a halo. He was glad she’d worn it straight today. No gels or hairspray residue sticking to his fingers as he stroked her silken tendrils. How he would love to have her creamy tresses fanned out over his thighs while his cock was buried in her throat, her tongue darting up and down his foreskin.
    “I don’t know,” she shrugged. “I felt uncomfortable, I guess.”
    Seth leaned in, lifting her chin, until pouty lips were within inches of his breath. “Are you ashamed of what we did?”
    “No. It’s just… I didn’t want to be distracted.”
    Smiling, Seth thought of his growing erection, knowing exactly what she was talking about. “Do I distract you?”
    “Yes,” she breathed.
    He brushed a soft kiss upon her lips, savoring the taste of her cherry lipgloss. “Now you know how it feels. You’ve been my distraction ever since the semester began.”
    “Really?” Her hands came to his jawbone, stroking his face, his neck.
    “Of course.” He kissed her again, adding a gentle tug on her bottom lip. “And you weren’t even wearing these short skirts.” His lips traced a path down her neck and across her collarbone. The subtle aroma of peaches on her skin reminded Seth of her body, sweet and ripe. Brushing his hand down her thigh, he hiked the skimpy fabric, until he glimpsed her trim, pale curls. He rested his hand on her inner thigh, gently kneading her smooth flesh.
    “I borrowed this from a friend.” Caressing her hips, she slid her hand under his, drawing slow circles in the center of his palm.
    His gaze dropped, as he relished in the sensation of her provocative touch. “You don’t need to dress like this for me.”
    “Good.” Kicking off her shoes, she threw both legs across his thighs. “Those heels were killing my feet.”
    He broke her grasp, sliding both hands down her warm thighs, cupping her smooth calves, before taking firm hold of her