The Score (Off-Campus, #3)

by Elle Kennedy

“Where are we taking them?” “My room. I don’t want there to be any evidence of your presence in this room in case you forget something. This is a covert operation.” “Whatever you say, Mrs. Bond.”

Then shit gets awkward again, because Dean is standing there. Five feet away. Smirking at me. “What?” I mutter defensively. He shrugs. “Nothing.” But he still doesn’t make a single move toward me.

“You’re just going to stand there? Come here and do something, damn it.” The corners of his mouth quirk up. “Do what?” I’m even more frazzled. “I don’t k...

Dean crosses his arms over his broad chest. “Nuh-uh. If you want me, come and get me.” Aggravation climbs up my spine. “So we’re ...

He lifts one dark-blond eyebrow. “But I’m still not convinced this isn’t some sort o...

“What, you think I invited you over so I could fuck with you?” I offer a saucy smile. “Sweetie, I invited you ov...

He chuckles, and the deep, husky sound goes straight to my core. Oh, screw it. If he needs me to make the first move, I’ll make the first move. It’s n...

Without a word, I bridge the distance and sweep my palm over his cheek. Dean gives a...

His face is completely clean-shaven, and I find myself longing for some stubble. I liked the way it f...

I glide my hand over the back of his scalp and slide my fingers through his damp hair. As our eyes lock, I tug his head down and our lips meet in a featherlight kiss. No tongue. No urgency. It’s an exploratory hey-how-are-ya between our mouths, before I pull back to look at him.

Sweet Lord. His gaze contains so much raw, palpable heat it startles a gasp out of me. The next thing I know, Dean’s mouth crashes over mine again, and there’s nothing exploratory about this kiss. It’s pure hunger.

His tongue thrusts into my mouth in a deep, punishing stroke. I hear myself moan, but Dean swallows the desperate sound with another greedy kiss, his warm hands clamping o...

My heart is pounding. Holy hell, I’m insanely turned on. So is he—I feel the proof of it when he grips my ass and yanks me against him, grinding our lower bodies toge...

He rotates his hips, bending slightly so his shaft lines up in the cradle of my thighs. Then he rocks forward and his erection rubs over my clit, triggering a shockwave of pleasure that s...

With another chuckle, he ignores the frantic request and kisses me again. His lips are as greedy as before, utterly dominating, and just when I think this frenetic, passionate make-out session couldn’t...

His tongue tickles my bottom lip. His perfect teeth give it a tiny nip. Then he buries his face in my neck and lavishes it with soft, open-mouthed...

He makes a husky noise and threads his fingers through my hair, watching me with lust-filled eyes as I caress his chest. This guy is built. I damn near purr with happiness as I explore the hard planes of his chest.

I trace each sculpted pec with my index finger, then target one flat nipple and press down on it. He jerks, his breathing going heavier. I trail that same finger down the line of dark-blond hair leading to his waistband, then flatten my palm and stroke the defined ridge of his abs.

Dean’s lips find my neck again. With deft fingers, he works the material of my shirt up and eases it over my head. He sucks in a ...

Pleasure ignites inside of me when he cups my breasts. He sweeps his thumbs over my nipples and groans softly. “You don’t know how badly I’ve...

My head lolls to the side, and he takes advantage and licks a path from my neck to my ear. He sucks lightly on the lobe, and I sag against his...

Dean continues to tease my nipples but uses only the pads of his fingers. He’s barely making contact, and my nipples tighten painfully eve...

“Perfect handful.” He squeezes both breasts, his thumbs dancing along the underside of each one. “And thes...

He dips his head, and I cry out when he flicks his tongue over my right nipple. After all that tortuous non-attention, the firm, purposeful lick he gives me...

“Hell yeah,” he groans. “I could suck on these all night long.” And then he follows through. At least with the sucking part. He closes his lips around the ha...

“Oh fuck.” I gasp. “Feel good?” His breath tickles my breasts as he kisses his way to m...

“Is it making you wet?” I mumble something unintelligible, because he’s licking playful circles around my nipple and I no longer remem...

“What was that?” he teases. More gibberish comes out. “Mmrrmblergh.” Dean laughs. “Okay, then. I guess I’l...

He hooks both hands under my waistband and tugs my leggings and panties off. After I kick them away, he wastes no time ...

I don’t expect it when he slides two fingers inside me. “Oh my God,” I moan. The wave of pleasure nearly knocks me off my feet. “Jesus. You are wet. Drip...

His eyes are feral, glittering. “If I don’t lick this pussy right this second, I’...

I expect him to push me onto the bed. He surprises me by backing me up against the door. He sinks to his knees and wrenches my legs apart, and I shiver when I see him peering up at me, lust darkening his...

Dean smiles wickedly when he sees my expression. “You want my mouth on you? My tongue?” I manage a jerky nod. When his mouth near...

When his tongue finds my clit, someone else makes a sound. It’s not me, and it’s not Dean, and as Hannah’s cheerful voice echoes in the hallway, the two of us freeze in place. Me on my feet, Dean on his knees, as if...

Dean’s head tilts up, but his lips are still centimeters from my pussy. Panic flutters through me when Hannah’s footsteps get ominously close to my bedroom door.

I look helplessly at Dean. The evil gleam in his eyes has me narrowing my own. I don’t know what he’s planning, but I—oh God. He drags the tip of his tongue over my clit, and now my eyes are widening in horror, because I’m pretty sure I just moaned.

Dean peppers kisses up and down my slit. I forget how to talk again.

There’s a pause. A long, worrisome pause. “Allie…” Hannah trails off, coughs, then keeps going. “Am I interrupting you while you’re, um…riding the solo train to Orgasmville?”

Dean’s shoulders begin to shake uncontrollably. His muffled laughter vibrates against my clit, and the resulting effect rivals the good vibrations of every sex toy in my nightstand.

A hoarse “Yes!” is wrenched from my throat. It’s meant for Dean, but Hannah, of c...

“Shit,” she blurts out. “I’m sorry! Leaving now! I swear!” Her hurried footsteps retreat down the hall. I hear her moving around in the c...

My heart is still racing as I lower my gaze to Dean. “I thought she’d n...

Allie comes faster than I expect. My tongue barely touches her clit before she’s trembling and moaning and rocking against my mouth. I guess the idea of almost getting caught is as big a turn-on for her as it is for me.

Damn, I wish I’d gotten her off when Hannah was still behind the door. That would’ve been so fucking hot. A dirty little secret just for us. But this is good too, Allie riding my face like she’s a jockey and I’m her championship racehorse. Scratch that, it’s more than good.

My dick is an iron spike trying to chisel its way out of my jeans, and each time her inner muscles bear down on the two fingers I’ve got lodged inside ...

When her body finally relaxes, I give her clit one last teasing lick, then hop to my feet. “You okay there?” I grin at her hazy expression. “I’m great.” She sounds sleepy and sated, but...

I eat up the sight of her naked body. She’s shorter than the chicks I usually go for, but I’m okay with that. And she’s somehow slender and curvy at the same time. I take in every appetizing detail, from her perky tits to her smooth, pale skin to the pink paradise between her legs.

I was almost expecting to be let down in some way, that my week’s worth of lusting for this girl had exaggerated her appeal. It hadn’t. Thank God she changed her mind, because I want her as badly as I did before.

My gaze travels back to her face, resting on her sexy mouth for a moment, then drops back to her completely bare mound. I groan in frustra...

“I’m trying to decide what I want more—those pretty lips wrapped around my cock, or your tight pussy ...