This chapter contains explicit contents!!!
I slammed my palm down on the alarm clock, killing that shrill beeping before it could drill any deeper into my skull.
Seven in the f*****g morning and I had zero lectures, zero reason to be awake. But there it was…Justin’s fault, like always.
He’d texted last night saying he was rolling into the city today. I grabbed my phone off the nightstand and opened the flood. Twenty-seven new messages. All that “I miss you, baby,” “Can’t stop thinking about that p***y,” “Gonna wreck you for three straight days… shit.” My eyes rolled so hard I almost saw my own brain.
“Time?” I typed back.
His reply popped up instantly. “Now, if you can.”
“Nope. I’ll be there by twelve.”
By 12:30 I was stepping out the door in my tightest denim shorts, the ones that
