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a very playful side. In fact, I’d seen many sides to the elusive Jared Macalister that endeared him to me. I’m still confused as to just how much of a nerd he really is since he looks and acts unlike any I’ve ever met, and that steely assuredness of his throws me the hell off.

That night left me even more confused. The look in his eyes told me that he was not playing, and just as I was trying to figure out if this was some American psycho shit, he leaned in and kissed me, with his hand around my throat and his body pressing mine into the couch.

I’m not sure what either of us expected, but I’m pretty sure it wasn’t the spontaneous climax I had that made me shriek into his mouth as my body twitched beneath his. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how I lost my virginity exactly one week and one day after our first meeting. I snuggled into my pillow and let the memories wash over me from beginning to end, feeling as if I was back there on that amazing night.

Samantha

The look in his eyes when he drew back to look down at me is one that will be seared into my brain forever. There was such heat mixed with the anger my words had called forth that the mix did something strangely exciting to his blue-grey eyes. There was a pinpoint of light in the very center of his pupils that hadn’t been there before, and the way his breath hitched when he studied me, it was all getting to me even as I, too, fought to catch my breath.

His hand eased its grip on my throat, but he did not release me completely. And when he leaned in, bringing his lips close to my ear, I thought my heart would explode; it was beating so hard. “Do that again.” He whispered his command against my ear, letting his lips graze me there, and started a fire in the pit of my stomach as he moved those lips slowly, teasingly from my ear along my cheek down to the corner of my mouth.

I tried to remember if I’d eaten or drank anything since walking through the door because I felt drugged, almost hypnotized, but we hadn’t had dinner yet, and the water I’d accepted was still in its fancy bottle unopened on the desk he’d set up for me in his office across from his so I could do my homework while he overlooked his nerd fiefdom.

“I don’t think I can. I don’t know what I did the first time.” My body was still singing from whatever that was. I’ve been turned on plenty in the last few days and had come close to orgasm a time or two before this tease put the brakes on, but today he hadn’t yet done any of the things he’d taught me in the last few days were the quick and easy ways to get into my pants.

I was giving serious thought to the fact that I might be a freak because I’ve noticed that the more forceful he is, the more receptive I am to him. I think maybe he’d noticed too because he pressed his hardening length between my thighs and squeezed his hand around my throat as he eased his tongue past my lips.

I braced for the same thing to happen again, but this time it was softer, sweeter, but just as powerful. “You’re very responsive, aren’t you beauty?” He didn’t give me a chance to respond before that hand tightened around my throat, and he whispered a harsh threat in my ear, and just like before, I went up and over with a scream as I tried to swallow his tongue.

JARED

What a gem, and to think she just fell into my lap. I looked down at her in wonder for the second time in less than ten minutes. My mind was grappling with the significance of what just happened because I was having a hard time believing it was real. She can’t possibly be this damn perfect; there’s no way. But I won’t know until I try.

“Where are you taking me?”

“To my bed.” I’ve avoided taking her anywhere near my bed this past week by force of sheer will. I told myself it was too soon for both of us that she needed time. I’m ever conscious that she didn’t come looking for this, that her reasons for seeking me out