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Liam

Hayden Bastian has become the bane of my existence.

It’s Monday afternoon and I’m back in a tutoring session with him in one of the tiny library cubicles. I’m trying to focus on the lines of equations on the page before me but none of it is making any sense to me.

Hayden sits awfully close to me, his thighs knocking against mine as he writes something in his notebook. It almost makes me glad that he’s smart enough to be able to solve the math problems without needing any input from me.

Focus , I scream in my head, trying to ignore the way Hayden is sprawled in the adjacent chair, taking up all the space, sucking up every last molecule of oxygen in the room.

It’s just a body , I remind myself. Just a very powerfully-built, athletic, beautiful, hot body...

“It’s so damn hot today,” Hayden suddenly says, dropping his pen on the table.

“Yeah,” I say distractedly, still trying to figure out the formula that’d solve the complicated-looking equation on the page before me.

“The library’s heating system is on some kind of bullshit today,” Hayden says, making me look around.

And just then, my gaze falls on the Greek god before me.

I blink, my brain unable to make sense of what I’m actually seeing.

Hayden has shed his hoodie, revealing a black T-shirt that clings to the ridges of his abs like a second skin. The sleeves hug his biceps in a way that should be declared illegal. My gaze skims down to his elbow and to his thick fingers.

His fingers are so damn strong , I find myself thinking as memories from the night he choked me resurface in my mind.

My cock jerks awake at the thought. Shit! I curse silently, dropping my gaze to the textbook in front of me.

“Are you sure you don’t want to remove your clothes?” Hayden asks, drumming a finger on my palm.

I snatch my hand off the table, refusing to look at him. “Uh, I’m fine. Really.”

Even though I keep my eyes off him, I can’t help but catch a whiff of his woodsy, masculine scent.

Hayden’s fingers wrap around mine, sending jolts of current over my skin. “Hey, are you good? You look too red in the face.”

“I said I’m fine!” I snap, glaring at him.

Oops! I shouldn’t have risen to his bait.

Hayden is standing to his full height, towering over me, stretching his arms over his head. The hem of his T-shirt lifts with the movement, revealing his tanned, tightly-muscled stomach. A thin trail of hair disappears beneath his waistband and...

I squeeze my eyes shut.

A breathy chuckle sounds in the room, making me glance up at Hayden. His eyes gleam like he knows everything I’m thinking about right now. A devilish smirk forms on his lips as he leans close to me.

“What’s wrong?” he whispers.

“Nothing,” I mumble, slamming the textbook shut.

“Dude.”

“We’re done,” I say, my voice too tight. “It’s hot and it’s affecting your concentration. We can pick this up another day.”

“I’m not the one who’s distracted here.” He grins, slow and knowing.

Something inside me snaps. Shooting from my chair, I start grabbing my notes and start shoving them into my bag. I need to leave before I say or do something that’d ruin me.

“Liam.” The sound of my name on his lips halts me in my steps. Something dark flits through his eyes as he steps closer to me. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“Drop it, Hayden.”

Hayden stands before me, refusing to back down. His overwhelming presence makes my heart pound and suddenly, I find I can barely breathe.

I try to sidestep to escape him but his fingers curl around my wrist, stopping me. “You don’t get to leave without telling me what’s bothering you.”

My body reacts to his touch and I fail to hide it.

Hayden’s expression darkens. “I guess I need to take the lead at every step of the way with you.” Before I understand what he means, he suddenly kisses me.

I freeze to the spot as his arms wound around my body, pulling me close against him.

His lips are relentless. Bold. And feel oh-so-good!

A fire ignites deep in my belly, burning the last shred of self-preservation in me. Hayden nips my bottom lip, coercing me to open up to him.

A moan escapes me as my resistance crumbles. My fingers grip onto his T-shirt as I open my lips to him, inviting him in deeper.

Hayden growls into my mouth, his hands gripping my waist as he backs me up against the table. His woody fragrance envelops me in a haze of heat and desire, eradicating all thought from my mind.

I have no idea how long I’m trapped in the kiss but reality slams into me like a splash of icy-cold water. Oh, God! What the hell am I doing?

Breaking away, I push Hayden. “We can’t do this—”

Hayden doesn’t back away. Instead, he leans into me and swipes his tongue over my bottom lip.

I close my eyes as shivers run all over me. Why does it feel so damn good to have his mouth on me?

“You can’t hide your feelings from me, Liam,” Hayden whispers against my ear, his teeth gently nipping the lobe.

“We—I can’t—I shouldn’t—it’s wrong,” I try to put my thoughts into words but fail.

“You’re a student yourself,” he says, leaving soft kisses all over my cheeks, nose, and lips. “You’re not a professor in his sixties who’s taking advantage of an underage kid.”

I suck in a breath, sharp and unsteady, right before Hayden’s mouth crashes against mine.

This time, he’s even more forceful. He claims my mouth completely while his tongue thrusts in deep, tasting me fully.

Hayden is a true athlete, on the ice and off it. He doesn’t hold back and comes at me with everything he’s got.

I barely have a moment to process what’s happening when my back hits the door. Did we lock it? A distant voice whispers in my head.

“Stop, stop, stop!” I shout, panicked.

“What?” he growls against my neck, his hot breath fanning over my sensitive skin.

“We didn’t lock the door.”

I lean against the wall as Hayden walks past me and clicks the lock in. Turning over his shoulder, he smirks. “There, it’s done. Happy?”

“I—I—” I stutter like an idiot as he stalks toward me, pushing me against the wall. His mouth lands on mine before I can stop him.

His tongue swirls around mine, igniting an ache inside me. “Hayden,” I moan, arching against him.

His mouth trails kisses along my jaw before moving to my exposed neck. My body shivers while my cock throbs with need.

“I can feel you growing hard,” he whispers against my neck.

I try to push him away so he’s not pressed up against me so closely. To my frustration, he doesn’t move an inch.

With a throaty chuckle, he lifts the hem of my T-shirt and slides his hand inside my waistband. Before I can protest, he clamps his mouth over me while digging deeper in my boxers.

His warm fingers feel incredibly good as they curl around my hardened shaft.

“Relax,” he whispers in a tight voice, pumping my cock. “You’re safe with me.”

“Hayden—don’t—” I try to tell him but lose the thread of thought as heat blooms deep inside me.

A haze of lust comes over me, blinding me to everything around me. I stop questioning whether what’s happening is right or wrong. All my focus is on the rising pleasure, filling every cell in my body.

My hips jerk involuntarily, my cock hungering for more friction against his hot palm.

“That’s right,” Hayden murmurs against my ear, his tongue licking the shell. “Don’t hold back on me.”

“Hayden,” I moan as my ass clenches and my belly tightens. “Hayden, Hayden, Hayden—”

Hayden’s mouth clamps over my lips, swallowing my chant.

A rush of heat spreads through me as every sensation coils into that moment of intense pleasure. My mouth opens wide in a gasp as my hips jerk forward forcefully. Next second, I shatter completely.

An overwhelming sense of warmth and satisfaction spreads through me before I become aware of my pounding heart. My breaths come out in breathless gasps as I try to stay up on my unsteady feet.

“You’re so damn beautiful when you chant my name like that,” he says in a ragged whisper, nipping my bottom lip.

A whimper escapes me as I finally look down at myself.

I’m fully naked from the waist down. Hayden has finally let go of my cock but his right hand is coated with my creamy load. As the haze of lust fades, I become aware of what just happened between us.

“Look at me,” Hayden commands, impatiently biting my lower lip.

My wide, shocked eyes meet his intense stormy-gray ones. “You’re mine,” he hisses, bringing up his right hand and licking the cream coating his fingers. “I’m the only man who gets to taste you. Do you understand?”

The act makes my dick harden again. Squeezing my eyes shut, I hurriedly pull my pants up before anything else can happen between us.

Hayden watches me as I secure the belt around my waist. “I knew it, Liam,” he says.

I glance at him. “Knew what?”

Leaning close against me, his hot breath skittering over my neck, he whispers, “That you wanted me.”

My stomach plummets. “I—”

“Ssh,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss on my cheek. “You don’t have to admit it. Your body already did.” He pulls back, tilting his head. “I guess I’ll see you soon.”

“Huh?”

Hayden leans in again, this time slower, taking his time to brush his lips against mine teasingly. “Do you think I’m going to wait around for our next tutoring session?”

I exhale sharply, trying to gather some semblance of control. “This can’t happen again!”

“Oh, I’m sure it will.” He grins like the devil, leaning in to kiss me again. This time, he’s slow and gentle, like he’s making me a promise.

When Hayden finally steps back, my knees feel like jelly.

Grabbing his bag, looking completely unfazed, like he hasn’t just ruined my life, he says, “Bye, babe.”

With that, he walks past me, opens the door, and vanishes.

Stunned, panting, and furious, I feel the weight of what just happened between us. I could’ve never imagined I’d have a guy give me the best hand job of my life in a library.

People are walking around outside, studying, or jotting down notes while I let my student invade me. I want to curse Hayden but he’s left me feeling so, so good that I can’t even muster up my anger right now.

Well, I’m fully and utterly screwed.