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The ninety-square-foot dormroom doesn’t offer me a lot of space, but I make the most of it the second I lock the door behind us.

“Take your shirt off,” I tell her, closing the distance between us. Her cheeks redden as she draws her bottom lip into her mouth. “And tell me where your vibrator is.”

She stands taller, letting the tips of our shoes brush. “What makes you think I still have it?”

I grin, moving a strand of hair behind her ear and letting my thumb linger on her lobe. “We both know you still have it. How many times have you used it on yourself, hmm?”

Her eyes flash because she knows I know.

That she’s a liar.

That she’s used it.

That she thought aboutme.

“Take your shirt off, Olive,” I purr. “Now.”

Her painted pink lips rub together as her fingers lower to the hem of her shirt. “You could do it for me, you know.”

“I could,” I agree. “But I like to watch.”

She lifts her shirt over her head, revealing a bra that barely contains her breasts. It’s a great fucking sight.

“How long are you planning to watch before participating in the fun, O’Conner?” she asks in a sultry voice, dropping her shirt onto the floor beside us.

My eyes lower to her chest, my lips curling up as the pad of my thumb runs over her nipple. It reacts, pebbling almost instantly. “There she is,” I praise, cupping her breast. “Always so responsive.”

Olive puts her hand on mine, making me knead the soft flesh until my cock hardens. She steps into me, rolling her hips forward with a knowing smirk on her face. “Seems like I’m not the only one.”

Chuckling, I dip my head to close the space between us. Before my lips graze her, they skirt around them and hover over her ear. “Tell me where the vibrator is.”

I hear her swallow. She wants to be a brat right now, defiant. But it’s all in vain. I wait.

Ten seconds.

Fifteen.

Before twenty rolls by, she lets out a shaky breath. “Nightstand.”

Humming, I bend down and open the drawer to see my gift resting there. Out of its box. And next to it?

“Jackpot.” Lifting the lube out, I toss it onto the bed. “I don’t plan on needing that, but you never know.”

Without hesitating, I flick my fingers over the hooks of her bra and let it fall onto the ground with her shirt. As soon as her boobs are exposed to the air, they pebble with goosebumps.

“What exactly could you use lube for if you’re planning on not needing it?” she questions, unphased by the way I’m eye-fucking her tits.

“Turn around and find out,” I muse.

Her eyes narrow. “If you want this ass, you’re going to have to work for it. I’m not that easy.”

My fingers flick and pinch her nipples until an uneven sound escapes her lips. “Trust me. I know that. But I love a challenge. Now turn around.”

Interest flickers across her eyes, but she doesn’t move fast enough. So, I turn her around, bend her over the side of the bed, grab the vibrator, and put it between her thighs.

“Hold this against your pussy, and don’t stop until I tell you,” I direct, turning it on.

She gasps when it starts, and the sounds she makes as it works her clit has my cock becoming so painful that I need to undo the button of my jeans and tug the zipper down.