Tempting the Player (Campus Wallflowers Book 4)

After my Diction class, I hang back until everyone is gone. Hendrick is waiting for me outside, like he always does.

“Hey,” I say through the earpiece. “Can you come to the classroom?”

“Sure thing.” He doesn’t even bother asking why.

Far faster than seems possible, he walks into the room. His eyes search me out and his features soften when he finds me standing alone in front of the teacher’s desk.

“Close the door,” I say.

He complies, then walks over to me. “Everything okay? How did the test go?”

I flash him a wide smile. “It went great, and I want to celebrate.”

After I hop onto the desk, I grab a handful of his T-shirt and pull him closer.

His expression morphs from concern to surprise. “Here?”

“Yes, here.” My hands roam over his chest and down to his stomach. “I have compiled a list of the best places on campus to have sex.”

One side of his mouth quirks up, then quickly falls. His hands grip my hips and his dark eyes narrow. “Have you ever had sex in here before?”

“No.” I shake my head. “I’ve never had sex anywhere on campus. Unless you count the handjob I gave some guy in Freddy dorm last year or the⁠—”

His hold on me tightens, cutting off my reply. “Thinking about you touching anyone else makes me want to burn down the fucking place.”

I don’t know if I should be so turned on by his jealousy, but I am. “Don’t do that. Then my campus bucket list will never get completed.”

My fingers work on undoing the button on his jeans and he takes my mouth in a hard, possessive kiss.

He breaks just long enough to say, “I don’t have any condoms.”

“Good thing I was prepared then.” I nod toward my backpack. “Front pocket.”

His brows rise and he lets out a low chuckle. “You’re carrying condoms around in your backpack?”

I don’t miss the way he rushes to get them though.

“Did I mention I made a list? I wasn’t kidding.”

“Can’t wait to cross every one of them off.”

My body lights up at the promise of his words. While he rips a foil open, I shimmy my panties down and slide them down my legs. My dress rides up my thighs as I widen them. His gaze drops to my pussy as he rolls the condom over his erection.

“So fucking gorgeous.” Gripping himself, he steps between my legs and rubs the head of his dick along my clit and down until he nudges against my entrance. I groan as he pulls out and the thick tip circles my sensitive nub again.

“We don’t have time for you to tease me. I have another class in ten minutes.”

“Don’t rush me, sweetheart.”

I wrap my fingers around him, just below where he grips himself.

“Feel that?” His voice is deep and guttural. “This is what you do to me. I walk around all day so hard it hurts.”

“Really?”

With his free hand, he takes my chin between his thumb and pointer finger. “Yes. Really.”

Our eyes remain locked as he continues his slow torment. I kiss him, needing to release some of the frenzied energy inside of me. He gives back just as good. Wet, messy kisses that pull moans from my lips.

I’m out of my mind with need when he finally pushes inside of me. We let out a collective groan as he buries himself completely. I’m so full and still somehow want more.

“Hendrick,” I whisper his name like a plea.

“Hold on, sweetheart.”

That’s my only warning before he pulls out and slams back into me. My fingers wrap around the edge of the desk, and Hendrick holds me possessively by the back of the neck as he keeps up the punishing rhythm.

I clench around him, earning myself another one of his tortured groans.

“I’m so close.” So close, but my body doesn’t want to let go. I’m coiled so tightly I feel like I might die if I don’t come soon.

Hendrick seems to sense that I need more because he pulls out, tugs me off the desk, and then spins me around. I’m dizzy with the movement, but as soon as he bends me over the hard wood and fills me again, I cry out with relief. The new angle has his dick hitting a spot that makes my vision hazy.

My orgasm hits me like a wave, pulling me under, silencing everything else but the pounding of blood in my ears. I resurface to his lips trailing soft, tender kisses along my back.

He must have said something because he lifts and turns me around to face him, gaze searching my face like he does so often. “Did I hurt you?”

With a sigh, I drape both arms over his shoulders. “You absolutely ruined me.”

When Hendrick and I arrive at Eric’s house later that afternoon, I have a familiar pang of excitement laced with sadness at the first sound of the band playing together. The thing about this hot, fun chemistry with Hendrick is that it makes me all too aware of the things in my life that bring me down. I’ve been on cloud nine but coming here I realize now how much I’ve missed music. Once we figure out who’s responsible for the threats, and the Spring Fling is over, I need to come by more often. Even if I’m not singing with them, I can soak it all in.

They’re at the end of a song when we walk in. When the music fades, Eric is the first to greet me.

“Look what the cat dragged in.” He smiles then slides his gaze to Hendrick.

“Hey, guys.” I drop Hendrick’s hand to wave. They all say their hellos and then glue their attention to the man beside me.

“This is my bo—” I start to say bodyguard, but Hendrick jumps in. “I’m the boyfriend. Hendrick. Nice to meet you.”