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Becca

There’s a sting in my back, but I wouldn’t be able to tell you what it’s from. Probably one of the random things on my desk that I’m currently lying on top of while Eli does delicious things in between my thighs.

“God, Eli, quit teasin’ me. You’re drivin’ me wild. ”

“Good things come to those who wait, baby girl.” He smirks up at me.

I quirk a brow. “Is that what you tell your players after you lose all those games?”

He chuckles, skimming my body with his hands as he rises back up, his lips meeting mine. “That fuckin’ mouth of yours.”

I grin against his lips, leaning in to nip at them. He catches my mouth before I can break away, his tongue tangling with mine. My eyes close while I savor his taste, a moan slipping out when I feel his cock nudging my center, then sliding inside me until we’re hip to hip. He pulls out and repeats the action, my walls fluttering around him—his tongue having done most of the work to get me where I need to be. The heat spreads from my core through my body, my muscles seizing in anticipation.

“This is gonna be quick. We have places to be.” He palms my ass, angling me so he can hit deeper.

“If you’d quit talkin’ and just fuck me, we’d get there faster.”

He grins, pulling out and gripping his cock, his forearm flexing as he strokes himself. “Say please.”

I shake my head, biting my lips to hide my smile.

He leans in, smearing his precum along my slit as he drags his tip between my folds. “Shame. What will my sister think when we’re late to dinner?”

“I’ll just tell her you couldn’t satisfy my needs quick enough.”

His hand comes up and wraps around my throat, his fingers squeezing just enough to cut off my air supply. Sparks fire, my pussy clenching against nothing, desperate to be filled.

“Keep it up, Rebecca, and I’ll come on top of this pretty pussy instead of inside you.” He emphasizes his words by sliding his length back and forth against my clit, making my legs shake with the tension that’s pulling tight inside me.

He lessens his grip on my neck. “Tell me,” he rasps.

“ Please.”

“Good girl.” He thrusts hard and fucks me fast, the motion causing the pens on the corner of my desk to shake. My legs come up to wrap around him, needing him deeper.

He trails kisses along my jaw until his head rests in the crook of my neck. His breaths are heavy on my skin, causing tingles to shoot down my spine and goose bumps to sprout over my body.

“I love being inside you.”

“I love you ,” I moan back.

His hips jerk, pushing in so deep he hits my cervix, the sharp stab of pain enough to send me spiraling off the edge. My fingers claw at his shoulders, pulling him close as I convulse around him, hoping to mold his body to mine until I can’t tell us apart.

The sound of his groan vibrates against my skin as he explodes inside me, his cock pulsing against my walls, my pussy milking him of every drop.

“ Christ ,” he pants, collapsing against me.

I should be worried that someone heard, but the school day is already over and my office is in the very back hallway. I try to keep things professional while we’re at work, but Eli likes to corner me in places I tell him not to and seduce me into submission.

I’ve always been a sucker for Eli’s control.

It’s been six months since we ran into each other at the cemetery. Thanks, Lee.

It was rough at first. There was a lot of hurt between us. But Doc says the best relationships start with friendship, and if the foundation is strong, even the strongest storm won’t knock it down.

So we took our time. Became friends. Built trust on both sides. Learned how to communicate in a healthy way and to keep from giving in to the voices that whisper we don’t deserve happiness.

And I’ve never been so damn happy.

Eli lifts off me and buckles up his pants, bending over to grab my panties off the floor. He winks as he slips them in his pocket.

I arch my brow. “You expect me to go to your sister’s without panties?”

“Looks like it.” He smirks.

“Okay, that’s fine.” I stand up and straighten my skirt, reaching for a tissue to clean his cum from where it’s dripping out of me. “But don’t come cryin’ to me when you get jealous thinkin’ Jax might accidentally see somethin’ he shouldn’t.”

Jax came roaring back into town a few weeks ago, not willing to talk about the reason why. Just said he was done with California and everything that came with it. I’m not one to push, but he’s not paying attention if he thinks we don’t all see the change. There’s a heaviness in his gaze that didn’t used to be there.

The only person he’ll talk to is Chase, which is ironic considering he couldn’t stand him for years.

Men.

Eli’s smile drops. “I forgot he was back.”

I shrug. “Your choice, Big Head.”

He rubs his jaw, walking over to me and grabbing my wrist before I can put the tissue between my thighs. “Leave it. I want to know I’m dripping out of you while you sit at the dinner table.”

I roll my eyes, pretending I’m annoyed, even though his words send a spike of arousal through my body. I grasp his hips with my hands, dipping my fingers into his pocket. “Then give me back my panties.”

Yanking the fabric from his pants, I push him back so I can slip them on and grab my purse.

When we get to the front entrance, there’re a few kids by the doors, huddled around their phones, giggling.

“What’s so funny?” I ask.

They straighten. “Oh, hi, Miss Sanger. You’ll never believe who we just saw!” Becky, one of our sophomores, says, her voice high and loud.

“Who’s that?”

“Blakely Donahue!” she shrieks.

I widen my eyes and nod. “Oh, I see. Who’s that?”

Sammi, another sophomore, giggles. “You don’t know who Blakely Donahue is? She’s the freakin’ best. My favorite influencer. ”

“Right?” Becky agrees. “She’s so pretty. I heard she was datin’ one of her daddy’s employees. Some twenty-eight-year-old.”

“She said it wasn’t true, Becky,” Sammi chastises. “Can you imagine, though? She’s nineteen! That’s fuckin’ gross.”

I put my hands on my hips. “Hey, watch your mouth, ladies. Where’d you see this Blakely Donahue?”

“She was just here!” Becky says.

I smile at their excitement. I don’t spend time on social media, so I have no idea who this girl is, but I’m surprised anyone would find themselves in Sugarlake by coincidence.

“Here as in Sugarlake?” Eli asks.

“Here as in here. ” Becky points out the windows toward the front of the school where a royal blue Maserati sits haphazardly along the curb—a girl with long legs and heels taller than mine stands next to it, talking on her phone.

My brows draw down as I glance back at the girls. “All right, girls. Y’all don’t stick around here too long.”

“Bye, Miss Sanger!”

Eli squeezes my waist. “I’m gonna go grab the car and bring it around. You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m just gonna see if she needs help with anything.” I nod toward the girl outside.

I follow Eli out the front doors just as the girl spins toward me, her shiny, brown hair whipping behind her. She doesn’t look familiar, but Becky and Sammi were right. She is pretty. Stunning in fact. And young . If I didn’t know every face in this high school, I’d confuse her for a student.

“Hi. Can I help you with somethin’?” I ask, shielding my eyes against the setting sun.

Her amber gaze locks on mine as she slips her phone in her back pocket. “Oh, hi.” She chews on her lip. “I’m not sure.”

“You new in town?”

She laughs. “I guess you could say that. I’m looking for someone, but now that I’m here, I’m not quite sure where to look. I just stopped at the first place I saw.” She gestures to the school behind us. “He doesn’t exactly know I’m here.”

“Surprise visit?” I smile.

“Something like that.” She grimaces.

“Well, who ya lookin’ for? Maybe I can help. Small town and all.”

“Jackson Rhoades.”