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“Is she….”
“Playing with herself?” Oliver asks. “Yes.”
I raise my brows, impressed. Not only did she not revolt at the scene, it turned her on. “And we left her hanging.”
Leo stands. “I’ll take care of that.”
Oliver rises to his feet, jumping in the big man’s way. “I don’t think so.”
Leo grins wickedly. “Just because you’re a lovesick puppy she put in the friend zone doesn’t stop me from tapping that fine ass.”
Oliver’s jaw locks tight. “In case you missed it, it was my dick she grabbed. Not yours.”
“We’ll see what happens next time, Royal.” His lips pull back into a tiger’s grin. Poor Eden doesn’t know what she’s in for.
They’re not the only ones who have daydreamed about Eden Astor’s sweet cunt wrapped around their hard cock though. I could barely get through my lecture earlier with her stare homed in on mine, almost as if she was undressing me. I might not be able to stop myself next time. Let the whole class watch if they want, but Eden Astor will be mine.
A cut-off scream seeps downstairs, followed by a pleasant hum of contentment. I’m hard as fuck again. As if the rest of us are on the same page, we leave for separate rooms, Leo giving Oliver a warning about not letting her out yet.
Once on the other side of a door, I immediately take my cock out, picturing Eden’s pretty, pump lips wrapped around my shaft as she calls me Professor.
11
Eden
The next morning, I’m still holding on to the fury from last night. Dickhead locked me in my room. With a key…that he somehow has. I should be the only one who has a key to this room.
As soon as the doorknob twists in my hand, I don’t think. I react. Still in my pajamas, I creep down the stairs. I heard them all disperse last night, walking to their rooms. Oliver even walked on by, ascending the steps to the third floor without bothering to check on me or opening the damn door. So much for being my best friend.
Though, I suppose best friends don’t grab the others private parts and stroke while someone else is sucking them off. Nor do they touch themselves to the memory of the other’s cum shooting in rivulets to the floor and the way their body quivered in response to the raw sex noises filling the room.
Shaking myself, I put those thoughts onto the back burner. I need to focus. I’m searching out the fucker who has a key to my room. Leonardo Jarvis. The Jarvises are a well-respected name in my world, even if Leonardo isn’t. I’m not going to lie, I’ve mentally fist pumped the air whenever my mother tells stories of the latest unregal-like thing he’s done, knowing full well his grandfather, the patriarch of the Jarvis line, is hating every single second of his existence.
Right now, I am too. What in the world gives him the right to have a key tomyroom?
I haven’t even been into the rooms of my real roommates before, but I find myself twisting the knob of the door to the first room I find. It’s pink. Very pink. Feminine to the max. However, there’s a very unfeminine body sleeping on his side…shirtless. My professor.
His eyes open just before I turn away, and a small grin quirks his lips. “Watching me, Miss Astor? That’s not creepy at all.”
“Don’t flatter yourself,” I snark, hackles rising. But my beef isn’t with him. Well, it kind of is. He certainly could’ve stopped Jarvis from locking me in my damn room last night since he’s a full-fledged Knight and all.
He unfolds his body, his taut, muscular chest on full display. I will myself not to look. He gives me a wink. “I’m not sure we should be meeting like this, considering you are my student.”
“I’m not sure we should be living in the same dorm then, should we? Don’t you have your own place off campus?”
“Of course I do, but what kind of helper would I be if I wasn’t watching over you all the time?”
The way he says it sounds so invasive. So demoralizing instead of helpful. Yet, at the same time, it curls my toes into the hardwood at my feet. “I don’t need a babysitter.”
He chuckles humorously. “I’m definitely not your babysitter, and if you think the Knights meant for us to be one, you’re way off base, Miss Astor.”
I grind my teeth at the way he addresses me, like I’m still sitting in his class, basically undressing him with my mind. I mean, really, I couldn’t help it.
I shake my head. “I don’t have time to deal with this right now. I’m looking for the other one.”
When I say “other one”, he smiles wider. “He always has a way of making friends.”
Instead of answering, I turn on my heel and try the next door. It swings open to an empty room. I thought the pink room would’ve been the worst, but I was so, so wrong. This one has unicorns plastered all over. But not just unicorns. Madonnaridingunicorns. “What in the….”