“We don’t want to be late for Lit, so this is going to be fast.”
I barely have time to process Kingston’s statement before he’s pulling my panties aside and swiping his tongue right down my center. My back bows as he eats me out, hard and fast until I’m pressing my lips together, trying to stifle my screams. When he’s done, he uses the little sink off to the side to clean up, helps me off the table, and leads me to the door, just as the bell is ringing.
“Perfect timing. I’m pretty sure that’s the fastest I’ve ever made you come.” He plants a kiss on the tip of my nose and pulls back with a smile. “Although, if you ever want to set a new record, you just let me know.”
I press my lips against his. “I love you.”
Kingston smiles. “Say it again.”
“I.” Kiss. “Love.” Kiss. “You.”
Kingston fists my hair as he ravages my mouth until we’re both panting, wanting more. “Damn it, we need to get out there. You go first. My goddamn dick won’t go down with you in the room.”
I laugh. “See you in there.”
Thankfully, our next class is only two doors down, so I make it with plenty of time. However, Kingston is a good ten minutes late, and based on the lazy smile he’s sporting as he walks through the door, I’m guessing he had to take matters into his own hands to make his boner go away. I squirm, rubbing my thighs together as our eyes meet, and I see his lust-fueled gaze. God, what is it about Kingston Davenport that turns me into a puddle of thirsty girl goo? It’s like all common sense flies out the window when he gives me that look. I have to pointedly ignore him through the rest of the class so I can actually focus on what our teacher is saying.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
KINGSTON
“Rafe is thrilled with the audio you got.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” John confirms. “Have you talked to your dad since?”
“No, he never came home that night, as far as I know, and he skipped town the next day. When I called his office, his secretary told me he’d be out the entire week.”
“Did she say where he went this time?”
“Miami, supposedly revisiting some high-dollar clients, but who knows if that’s true.”
“If he gives you anything else, or invites you somewhere, call me right away. In the meantime, I’ll keep an eye on the Callahans.”
“Will do. Thanks, John.”
“Your PI?” Jazz slides into the seat of my car and buckles up.
“Yeah. How’d the interview go?”
“Really well.” She smiles. “He offered me the job on the spot. He was even cool when I told him about Sundays with Belle and didn’t have a problem with me having those days off, provided I don’t mind working after school. He wants me to start this Saturday.”
“That’s great.” I shift into gear and pull out of the coffeehouse’s parking lot.
“Why does your tone sound like it’s anything but great?”
I quickly glance her way. “Because I still don’t like the idea.”
“Kingston, don’t be like that.”
“I can’t help it. Maybe I’m a selfish ass, but your working means I have less time with you, and it also means I can’t keep an eye on you. I’m pretty sure your boss would have an issue with me hanging out there every time you have a shift.”
“You absolutely cannot do that.” Jesus, I can feel her glare burning into the side of my face.
“Relax, all right? I’m not an idiot.”
“It’ll be fine. I know things are crazy right now, but what’s the worst that can happen in a public place? It’s not like they’re going to leave me to run the shop by myself.”