Don't Think Twice by Nikky Kaye

Author:Nikky Kaye [Kaye, Nikky]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781988673011
Published: 2017-02-09T16:00:00+00:00

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“Seriously?” I tried to snort with suspicion, but it was really hard when I was trying not to titter. “I don’t know if feeling me up is considered studying, Will.”

His face was totally straight. “But how else will I know the difference between perineal and peroneal?”

He had me there. Now I really wanted to Google that. I sighed. Give me strength—like Kegel strength.

“Please?” He pressed his palms together in prayer and gave me the lost puppy dog eyes. Shit. I was helpless against that. Thankfully, I was caught up on my reading and feeling pretty confident about my exams. Well, except for my lab final, but I had a tutoring session scheduled with Dylan for Sunday.

“Shouldn’t you have started studying earlier?”

“I want to cram with you.”

Now I did let out a snort. The man was shameless. “No cramming tonight, I have a headache.”

“You know, orgasms usually help headaches. Vasoconstriction—”

I held up my hand. “Stop. Fine. I’ll ‘study’ with you,” I said, using air quotes. “But only for a couple of hours, and I’m not sleeping over.”

More puppy dog eyes. “But I—I get laid on Fridays.”

“What?”

“It’s the mnemonic for the lumbar plexus. Iliohypogastric, Ilioinguinal, Genitofemoral, Lateral femoral cutaneous, Obtruator, and Femoral.” He walked his fingers over my lower back and down the front of my thigh.

And that is how I found myself naked, blindfolded, and tied to Will’s bed.

“What’s your safe word again?” he asked me.

Holy shit. Yeah, he got me. Not that I was an unwilling participant, but I was totally going to remember this when it came time for my Art History elective on Representation of the Human Body.

“Wait, did we agree on one?” My eyelashes felt weird brushing against the tie from his closet that we were using as a makeshift blindfold.

“It should be something you’ll never normally yell out in bed,” he reminded me. “Like ‘Dylan’,” he added with a dark twist in his voice.

“Ha ha. How about, uh, vasoconstruction?”

“You mean vasoconstriction?”

“Yeah, that.”

His chuckle by my ear startled me, since I’d thought he was closer to my feet. “If you’re so freaked out that you want to stop, then I’m not sure you’ll be able to manage to think of vasoconstriction, much less say it.”

I was pretty sure I was experiencing vasoconstruction already, but my lips moved over the word silently to practice. I almost had it, until he bit my toe like a vampire bat.

“Gah!”

My leg jerked reflexively, but my ankle was bound to the leg of Will’s bed. He’d gotten creative, using a long ass roll of plastic wrap to sheath my ankle and then stretched it over the corner of the bed. Then he wound it around the leg of the frame supporting his box spring. If Pre-Med didn’t work out for him, he could always go into Engineering.

The result was that I was spread-eagled with cling film, like a sandwich fetish gone horribly wrong.

“Cassandra.” His voice was stern and now coming from my left side, making me disoriented again.

“Will?”

“What do you

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