The class was dead quiet when I packed up my bag. Everyone else had already gone home hours ago. But I hadn’t left—because of him. Because of the way he walked out earlier, cocky as hell, leaving me dripping and unfinished, telling me to come to his place if I wanted more. . .
I hated him for that. Hated how he could just snap his fingers and I’d come crawling. But my body was already betraying me wet, throbbing, desperate for the release he had denied me.
So I found myself standing outside his apartment door. My heart was pounding, my thighs pressed tight, my body screaming at me to knock.
I hesitated only a second before my fist hit the door.
It opened almost instantly. Kevin leaned against the frame, shirtless this time, sweatpants hanging low on his hips, a wicked smirk plastered a
