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an orgasm from my body, I melt into his arms. "Come for me, baby," he says softly, and I can't help but obey him. He keeps his mouth on my clit until the waves subside and, breathless, I open my eyes.

Talon stands in front of me and reaches up to take off his shirt. His chest is magnificent. I love how his body has changed in the few months we've lived here. He tells me he loves how mine has changed, too, since I've been walking a few miles to and from campus every day. Talon says my ass has gotten rounder, with more for him to knead his fingers into.

I smile at the thought of him massaging my bottom and start to take off my clothes, too. "I want to feel you against me," I say to him. Naked, he stands in between my legs and bends to kiss me. He's so much taller than me, he can kneel on the carpeted floor and his face is just about level with my chest. I wrap my body around him, drawing him close as he moves his skilled tongue to my nipples. Running my fingers through his curls, I remember the first time we kissed, how I never knew my nipples could bring such pleasure. As Talon bites one, then the other, I cry out. "I need you inside me," I whimper. "Please, Talon."

His eyes like liquid fire, he stands and obliges my request. Talon slides into me in a single thrust that leaves me stretched and sighing. I feel him filling me and look between us to watch as he slides in and out of my quivering center. "Serena, you're so wet," he says, moving his hands along my shoulders and pushing my hair out of the way so he can kiss me.

"You make me feel so good, Talon." And then I lose the ability to speak. He pistons into my body, driving me against the edge of the desk. For a slight moment, I am aware of feeling thankful that the stadium has emptied out after the game, but then I lose my sense of reason. I'm shouting his name, biting his shoulder as I come on his cock, the second orgasm more intense than the first until Talon is fully supporting my boneless form.

I meet his eyes again and I feel him tense. He sighs my name and succumbs to his own pleasure, spraying his release inside me.

Afterward, as we're getting dressed to leave my office, Talon stops me before I put my crumpled polo back on. "I know you need to wear those colors here at work, babe. But I came down to bring you something for tomorrow."

He hands me a custom Kelly jersey, cut to fit me perfectly. I smile, imagining wearing it tomorrow as I sit in the stands to cheer for him. He touches the edge of my nose, saying, "No analyzing numbers tomorrow, right?"

Talon helps me into the shirt. "I want you there watching me, wearing my jersey, and then I want to take you back to our house and spend the rest of the night with you wearing only my jersey."

I laugh and stand, gripping the doorknob. I gesture for him to step into the hall and as I lock the door behind us, I tell him, "Only if you promise to let me christen the stats booth at your stadium with you next time."

HARD EDGE

CHAPTER ONE

I can't believe it's come to this. I'm basically forced into tutoring some hockey star, and all because my deadbeat dad couldn't get his shit together to sign off on my financial aid papers. I've been trying to get myself declared an independent for four years, but it never seems to matter. My dad's income is the basis for my aid package, which means he has to sign off on the forms I prepare for him each semester. All of a sudden, my awesome work-study job with the math department evaporates because my dad lost the damn form under a stack of empty beer cans.

By the time I re-filled out all the paperwork and drove it to him at work to sign, before zooming four hours back to the university bursar's office, all the work-study jobs were allocated. Except one.

I can still hear the department chair's nasal voice as he pressed his fingers together. "Well, Ms…Ward…zinski is it?"

I nodded. Of course he stumbled over my name. "Just call me Dahlia," I huffed, massaging my temples. At the sight of his raised eyebrows, I remembered my tone and added, "Professor Myer," tacking on a smile for good measure.

"Right! Good, good. Dahlia! I know you've spent the past…six? Really all six semesters? Goodness, this must come as a blow. I know you've spent your entire college career so far leading the freshman math study groups. But the timing of this snaggle is really rather serendipitous! We've got a special case on our hands and I think you're just the right student to help us out."

So then he went on to tell me allllll about this super special hockey player who is a big hit with the special alumni boosters, destined for the pros, yada yada, and oh yeah! He sucks at math and his GPA is skirting the line for academic ineligibility. My new mission, should I choose to accept it (which…duh…I have no choice because I can't pay my tuition otherwise) is to make sure Neal Sweeney remains academically eligible to play hockey for Stone Creek University.

I have now been waiting in the student union for Neal Sweeney for 14 minutes. I don't give a shit what they say. I'm counting this waiting time towards my paid tutoring time. I've just about reached peak annoyance when I see him swagger in. I know it's him both because I googled him and also because he's about twice