Chapter 1: The Forbidden Game
Eric leaned against the doorframe of Lucy’s tiny dorm room, his smirk as dangerous as the secret they shared. The campus buzzed outside, oblivious to the fact that the two of them—married since a reckless Vegas weekend last summer—were playing a risky charade. Pretending to be single for the sake of cheap dorm housing had seemed like a brilliant idea at first. Now, with the heat of their hidden bond simmering beneath every glance, it felt like a deliciously cruel game.
'You’re late,' Lucy said, her voice sharp as she tossed her textbook onto the bed. Her dark hair was pulled into a messy bun, and the tank top she wore clung to her curves in a way that made Eric’s pulse race. She wasn’t some wilting flower waiting for his approval—she was a force, all fire and wit, and he loved every second of it.
'Had to dodge RA Mike. Guy’s got a nose for trouble,' Eric shot back, stepping inside and kicking the door shut behind him. 'Thought I’d sneak in before curfew. Miss me, babe?'
Lucy rolled her eyes, but the smirk tugging at her lips betrayed her. 'Miss you? I’ve got a bio exam to cram for, and you’re a walking distraction. Keep your ego in check, husband.' The word dripped with playful mockery, a reminder of their illicit status.
He crossed the room in two strides, his hands finding her hips as he pulled her close. 'Distraction, huh? I think you’re just looking for an excuse to procrastinate.' His breath was hot against her ear, and she didn’t pull away—not even a little.
'Oh, please,' she fired back, her hands pressing against his chest, not to push him away but to feel the hard muscle beneath his shirt. 'If I wanted a break, I’d grab a coffee, not deal with your horny ass.' Her words were biting, but her eyes sparkled with challenge, daring him to keep pushing.
Eric grinned, his fingers tightening on her waist. 'You say that, but I can see it, Luce. You’re already thinking about how good it’d feel to let go. Just for a minute.' His voice dropped lower, a seductive growl. 'Or ten.'
She arched a brow, unfazed, but her breath hitched just enough to give her away. 'You think you’ve got me figured out? I’m not some easy mark, Eric. If I want something, I take it.' Her hand slid up to his neck, pulling him down until their lips were a whisper apart. 'Question is, can you keep up?'
The air between them crackled, charged with the kind of tension that had been building for weeks. Stolen glances in the cafeteria, coded texts, brushing past each other in the halls—it was all foreplay to this moment. Eric’s cock was already straining against his jeans, the thought of her fierce, unyielding desire making him ache. Lucy’s gaze dropped to his lips, then lower, and she smirked again, knowing exactly the effect she had on him.
'Keep up?' he murmured, his voice rough. 'Baby, I’m about to make you forget every damn word in that textbook.'
Her laugh was low, wicked, as she shoved him back toward the bed. 'Big talk. Prove it.'
They crashed together, mouths hungry, hands greedy, the world outside fading into nothing. Her tank top hit the floor, his shirt following, and the heat of their skin against skin was electric. Lucy’s nails raked down his back as she straddled him, her pussy already wet with anticipation through the thin fabric of her shorts. Eric groaned, hard and desperate beneath her, knowing they were seconds away from losing all control.
'Fuck, Luce,' he panted, his hands gripping her ass. 'You’re gonna kill me.'
'Good,' she whispered, her lips curling into a predatory smile as she leaned down, her breath hot against his ear. 'Now shut up and make me drip.'
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