Page 22 of Frat Row

I pull into my designated parking spot in front of the fraternity house. There’s a side door most of the brothers use, and the staircase is not even five steps from the door.

I struggle to tear my gaze away from Cassidy. She looks delectable, and I can’t wait to have a taste.

All I can think about is ripping her clothes off as soon as possible.

I’m getting hard just imagining her body writhing and moaning under my control through an orgasm.

I bite my knuckles to calm myself down and focus on the pain instead, and talk myself out of just jumping her right here in the car.

I remind myself that I have such a tight schedule. Moving my things into the frat house today is my priority, and I may even unpack a couple of things and get settled in.

“Okay, we’ll use the side door. My room is on the second floor, the fourth one on the right,” I tell her, turning off my car and getting out.

“Alright, I hope I don’t get lost and wander into someone else’s room,” Cassidy jokes.

“You better hope not either; you won’t like the punishment.” I glare at her possessively.

“Or maybe I will,” she yells as she opens her car door and leaps out, being the first one to head to the back of the car to grab a box.

This woman is going to be the end of me.