Heroine: Letty Carmichel. College student. Former victim of bullying. Wants nothing to do with her former tormenter.

Hero: Tate Sullivan. College student. Star wrestler. Former bully. Determined to make Letty forgive him.

“You can, you know.”

“Can what?”

“Touch yourself.”

It jolted her, when he said it.

But not as much as realizing why he said it.

She followed his gaze down, and took in the unmistakable sight of her hand in her lap. Really, really high up in her lap. Almost between her legs, in fact—though that was fine, it was cool, it was okay. She stuttered no, no I didn’t really want to do that, but it didn’t matter.

Because his hand was actually between his legs.

“I do,” he said.

As the whole world as she knew it dissolved right in front of her eyes.

“You do?”

“Fuck, yes. I’m dying to.”

“Because of the film. Because of the movie.”

“Sure. We can say that, if you want.”

She closed her eyes. Swallowed thickly. Wished hard that he hadn’t added that last part.

“If we could that would be awesome.”

“No problem. I mean it was probably inevitable that this would happen to us.”

“Probably, yeah. Almost definitely, in fact.”

“Just a natural response to a sexy movie.”

“Seems that way to me.”

“So you just slip your hand under your waistband, and I’ll slip my hand under mine,” he said, which was fine all on its own.

The problem was that he then went ahead and did it. She tried not to look, but saw anyway. She saw the way he fumbled in his haste, as though all his talk was only calm on the surface. Underneath, something was paddling frantically. It was making his cheeks pink and his body all trembly.

And his dick hard. God, his dick was hard.

She could see that without even trying at all. The curving shape beneath his sweatpants was enormous and unmistakable, and even if it hadn’t been, his hand made it pretty clear. As she watched, he eased it over that solid length, before finally clasping it in a way that shoved the swollen head right up against the tented material. Now she could make out ruder details, like the thick ridge around the head, and the slit at the tip. Both pronounced, explicit, rude.

But that wasn’t what really got her.

It was the way he stopped to lick his palm, before shoving it under his waistband.

Never Sweeter by Charlotte Stein is the second in her Dark Obsession series.  Available for purchase April 19, 2016

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