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“Jesus, you’re ready to go again?”

“Don’t look so surprised, princess.”

She bends down and grabs my nipple between her teeth and tugs.

“Keep doing that, and you might not walk for a week.”

“Challenge accepted.” Viola doesn’t wait another second before she’s straddling me and taking full control. This confident, sexually charged side of her is sexy as fuck. She eases all of me in and closes her eyes, letting out a deep throaty moan as our ends meet.

Once she begins rolling her hips, taking me from the shaft to the tip then back down again, I feel like a goddamn virgin on prom night. Especially with her greedy little pussy wrapped around me so tightly, taking every inch like she owns it. Maybe she does.

“Viola,” I say as I dig my fingers in her hips, slowing her down. For once, I want to enjoy it, enjoy her.

She leans over, concern written on her face. “Are you okay? I’m not hurting you, am I?”

I laugh and wrap my arms around her back and pull her closer until her face is inches from mine. “The only thing that hurts is knowing we can’t do this whenever we want.”

She kisses me, and every emotion of hers floods straight through me. It’s want and need mixed with lust. It’s hate and love and every pent-up aggression we’ve shared over the years. All of it trickles away and is replaced with something else, something different. It feels like pure fucking perfection. Once her orgasm builds, she counts to three, then four, and eventually five. Before I lose myself completely, I realize that we’re no longer fucking. No, for the first time, Viola and I are making love. And the look on her face, before she whispers six, tells me that she feels it, too.

Seconds turn into minutes as I hold her in my arms.

“I have to read a chapter for my Strategic Management class before I go,” she whispers, leaning her head against my chest.

“I’m sure you’ve read it several times already.” I gently trace circles on her arm with my thumb. She perks up and gives me a look confirming my suspicion, but it doesn’t surprise me.

“Being here is just too comfortable,” she says with her naked body against mine, pouting.

For a second, I stop everything and listen. And the fear on Viola’s face, tells all.

“Up, out, hurry,” I say, as Viola frantically rushes out of my room. I pull the blankets up over my body and close my eyes.

My door cracks open. “Dude, you awake?” Drew asks.

My heart is racing as I pretend to be groggy.

“What’s up?” I ask.

“Is Viola here?”

The memory of what we had done still lingers in the room.

“Not sure,” I answer, hating to lie, but hoping she was able to make it back to the bathroom where our clothes were.

“What do you want, Drew? And what are you doing here?” I hear Viola question him from behind. “Making sure I’m doing what I’m told?”

He turns and looks at her. “I live here, remember? Yeah, I’m making sure you’re not slacking.”

Viola is burning holes through his head by the way she’s looking at him.

“Actually, I forgot my wallet and it’s my turn to buy lunch today. Why are you being so weird?”

“I’m not being weird.” She storms into the kitchen with a groan. I hear the refrigerator door open then slam closed.

“Yeah, she’s been weird for days,” I tell Drew just loud enough for Viola to hear, knowing it will aggravate the shit out of her, but we have to keep this up.

“She’s about to start her period,” Drew says with a laugh.

“Oh, that’s what it is? Makes sense. Thanks for the warning.” I chuckle, making sure to keep the blanket over my naked body.

“You’re an asshole. Actually, you’re both assholes,” she yells from the kitchen.

“Dude, told you. Aunt Flo.” He looks at his phone then back at me. “Is everything going okay so far?”

I think back to the shower, and then to the moment when Viola melted in my hands, the taste of her, and how my name fell from her lips as if she was claiming me as her own.

“Yeah, perfect,” I add a hint of sarcasm, which isn’t lost on him.

“I was hoping she’d warm up to you. I guess it’s going to take a few more days.”

I laugh. “Yeah, looks like it.”

“Might take the rest of time, though.”

If he only knew.

“So, Mia texted me.”

I can’t tell if he’s excited about it or not, so I stay neutral, but it makes me uneasy when I think about her.

“She’s been released from the hospital,” he adds.

“Well, that’s good news.” I focus on him, trying to read him.

“She wants to come over and talk about what happened after she finishes up some school projects.”

I’m not sure what my reaction should be at this moment. He doesn’t know the circumstances and hasn’t asked me one question, but I put on a fake smile because I know he loves her, even though she doesn’t deserve him.