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such a pretty pussy.”

Perfect actually. She’s bare, wet, and those lips of hers are so plump I could kiss and suck them all night.

I bet she tastes every bit as good as she looks.

Spreading her open with my fingers, I decide to find out.

She jumps and a noise of surprise escapes her the second my tongue comes in contact with her slickness.

Pulling back, I stroke my knuckle along her swollen lips, teasing her. “So sensitive.”

Hand clutching the couch cushion, she whimpers, “Please.”

My voice is low and rough. “Please what?”

I need to hear her acknowledge what we’re doing.

Turning her head over her shoulder, she looks at me down the length of her body. “Please don’t stop, Zander.”

I hum in satisfaction. “Good girl.”

With that, I turn my attention back to her pussy. Feasting on her like a man starved.

And I am.

I’ve had visions of Violet spread out for me like this—at my mercy— since I was sixteen years old.

A groan tears out of her as I suckle her swollen clit.

Fuck. I groan too because she tastes so fucking good I can’t stop myself.

And then there’s nothing but her little whimpers and the wet suck and glide of my mouth pleasuring her.

Reaching down, she grasps the back of my head. “Oh, God.” She shivers. “Oh my fucking God.”

I pump my fingers deep inside her and speed up my suction on her clit.

There’s a sharp intake of breath right before her body breaks out in a fit of jerks and shudders.

I grab her thighs, holding them steady as she writhes against my face and creams my tongue.

Breathless, she sags against the couch. “Jesus.”

Smirking, I stand up.

And then…

I walk the fuck out.

CHAPTER SIX

Thursday

Zander

Past…

“Question ten,” I utter, reading off the piece of paper Mrs. Griffin handed us at the beginning of eighth period. “What do you want to be when you grow up?”

When we first got the assignment I thought it was a joke and a complete waste of time…

Until I got paired with Violet Meadows.

Suddenly the bullshit project requiring us to get to know a fellow classmate before graduation didn’t seem so bad.

Hell, we’ve been so wrapped up in talking to each other, we both decided to stay after class to finish up.

Bringing her pen to her mouth, Violet thinks about this for a moment.

I can’t help but notice she’s done this for the last five questions.

It occurs to me that chewing on her pen is her tell—the thing she does when she’s about to give a response she thinks the other person wants to hear.

Not one she actually feels.

“I’m not sure,” she says. “To tell you the truth, I haven’t really thought about it.”

“Violet.” Placing the paper down, I cut my gaze to hers. “Don’t bullshit me.”

Her mouth parts in surprise. “I’m not.”

After swiping my bookbag off the floor, I head for the door.

Before dying from breast cancer when I was fifteen, my mother used to call me the human lie detector.

She said I could smell a lie formulating in a person’s brain before it was ever uttered.

She wasn’t wrong.

“Baker,” she whispers right before I walk out. “I’ve always wanted to be a baker.”

To say I’m surprised would be an understatement. Not that being a baker isn’t a good profession. It’s just that Violet’s the captain of the cheerleading squad and I’ve never seen those girls eat anything more than salad.

“What’s your favorite thing to bake?”

“Birthday cakes.” Shaking her head, she grins into her hand. “I know, I know. It’s so cheesy. Scott is always making fun of me—”

“Scott’s an asshole,” I bark, returning to the table.

Her boyfriend has been the bane of my existence ever since I stepped foot into Summerville High.

I used to wonder what a beautiful, kind, sweet girl like Violet was doing with a douchebag like him, but it soon became clear when I realized he was the football team’s quarterback.

Hell, it would be strange if they weren’t an item.

Violet blinks, appearing all kinds of uncomfortable. “Sometimes he can be.” She clears her throat, changing the subject. “So, Zander. What do you want to be when you grow up?”

That’s an easy one.

“Detective.” I hold her gaze. “For the special victims unit.”

Her eyes widen. “That’s…I never would have expected that.”

Not surprising. Given I’m about 145lbs soaking wet and clumsy as hell, I certainly don’t seem like the type.

However, there’s something about Violet that makes me want to open up and be honest with her.

“Back when my mom was sick and going through her chemo treatments we used to watch a bunch