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He walks over and stands beside me, looking at my reflection. “All I see is the same hot girl that’s been driving me crazy for months.”

I roll my eyes and catch his in the mirror. “Seriously? You want to pretend that I look the same with my shaved head and baggy clothes? I know you’re trying to convince me you’ve changed, Miller, but that’s a bit much.”

He grabs my hand and pulls me to him, tilting my chin upward. “I’m not trying to convince you of anything, kitten. You’re sexy as fuck, no matter what you wear or how many hours you spend on your hair.” He runs his thumb along my bottom lip. “I love your mouth—the smile you get when you’re proud of yourself. I love your eyelashes and how thick they are when your eyes are half-closed and you’re about to orgasm.” His hands drop to my waist and slowly slide up my chest, cupping my breasts. “I like that I’m the only one that gets to see your tits.” He pulls down the top of the dress and bends, kissing each nipple. “It makes me feel like you’re mine.”

If someone had asked me if Miller Hansen was capable of such romantic thoughts, I would have laughed in their face, but my body doesn’t care. My skin turns electric from his touch, my belly caves with every lick and suck of my nipple. I push my fingers into his hair, pulling his face to mine. We kiss, mouths hungry, breath raw, and he cups my ass and lifts me off the ground, carrying me over to the bed. He falls back, taking me with him, and I straddle his body.

I rest my hands on his stomach and ask, “Are you fucking with me?”

He pushes up, kissing neck, and whispering in my ear. “The only fucking I want to do is in your pussy, kitten. The rest of this is completely, totally, real.”

Suddenly, I don’t care what his motives are, I just want him. I push up his shirt, revealing his tan abdomen, running my fingers over the defined ladder of muscle. I bend and kiss his nipples, sucking and licking just like he’d done to mine moments before. His skin is warm, almost hot, and smells both clean and musky.

“Jesus,” he mutters, as I kiss down his body, focusing on the soft hair trailing down his lower belly. While his stomach caves, sensitive to my touch, his cock presses against the crux of my body, eager and hard.

I rise up and he lifts my dress, pushing it up and over my head. The wig falls off with it, and his hand rubs over the stubble, the desire in his eyes never wavering. He thumbs the button on his jeans, wincing from the strain and I hook my fingers in his belt loops, lowering them inch by inch. His cock springs forward, blistering red, and I bend licking the salty tip.

I’m so caught up in this, in him, that I don’t notice the knock on the door until it’s too late, until it’s open and the shadow of a figure crosses the bed.

“Fuck, sorry, dude,” a voice says—Knox. I freeze, face buried in Miller’s pelvis, his hand tensing over my skull. “Didn’t realize you were in here getting—” there’s a beat of silence. “Is that—"

“Shut the door, Knox,” Miller says, lifting up on his elbows. I hear the door shut with a click and my shoulders infinitesimally relax. “Dude!” Miller shouts. “What the fuck are you doing? Get the hell out!”

“You’re fucking forty-seven,” he says. I still haven’t moved. Miller’s cock is still resting on my tongue. “I knew something was up with you two, but I didn’t know you were into guys. I mean, no judgement, just… Royer is going to lose his mind when he finds out you’re fucking a goat during the gauntlet.”

Miller groans and lifts my mouth off his cock, eyes meeting mine. I sense the apology before I can react, and he twists my face toward Knox. “Forty-seven is a chick. Not a guy.” He turns the rest of me around. “She’s got tits.”

Knox’s eyes narrow, darting from my face to my tits, which I’ve attempted to cover with my arms. “Wait,” he says, the wheels turning in his head, “I know you.” I shake my head and Miller shifts beneath me, his cock still hard and erect between us. “You’re Royer’s girl… the ex. The one that got blacklisted.” He snorts. “What the fuck, dude?”

“It’s complicated,” Miller says, “And I’d love to go into it, but we were in the middle of something.”

I gasp and face him. “Seriously? You’re more worried about having sex than the two of us getting caught?”

“That cat’s out of the bag,” he says, sliding his hand around my waist. “Knox isn’t going to go running to Royer. Not until we have a chance to talk.” He looks over my shoulder. “Right?”

Knox stares at me for a long moment, well, at my tits mostly, and then nods at Miller. “Right. But…”

“What?” Miller asks, his tone as if he expects something else.

“I want to watch.”

My jaw drops and I clench my arm around my body. “Excuse me? Absolutely—”

“Sure, just stay over there.” Miller points to the couch and then adds. “Absolutely no commentary.”

Knox gives him two thumbs up. “Gotcha.”

“Are you serious right now?” I ask, turning to face Miller again. My nose crashes into his and he captures my mouth. I press my hands on his chest. “You’re really going to let him watch?”

He sighs. “Kitten, you wanted to be part of this life. This is what frat life is all about; having fun, amazing, occasionally exhibitionist sex.” His fingers graze my neck, then trail down my chest to gently push aside my arms to free my breasts. “Knox just wants to watch. It’s kind of his thing.”

I glance over my shoulder and see that Knox has settled on the couch. He gives me a friendly smile and a gesture that would be interpreted as ‘carry on.’

Jesus.

Miller tips my chin back toward him again and says, “Where were we?”

I was about to suck his cock and the smirk on his mouth tells me he remembers it perfectly. My hands shake this time, anxious about being watched, although Miller is right. This is the life I’d wanted so badly. Sexy and a little wild. I shift back down, stroking his cock back to life. It hadn’t gone down much and I lift my ass in the air getting in a better position to take his cock in my mouth.