Snatched Read Online Harper James

Categories Genre: College, Contemporary, Romance, Sports Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 51959 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 260(@200wpm)___ 208(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
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“What are you suggesting?” I ask coyly.

“I get an answer right, you remove an article of clothing.”

“And if you get one wrong?” I ask.

“I remove an article of clothing.”

I consider this, then shake my head. “You win either way. You know I’m not going to be able to sit here and tutor you if you’re naked.”

“That’s not a bad thing,” he says as he begins to kiss my neck.

“Finn – ” I groan.

“You need to get fucked soon, don’t you baby?” His lips are at my collarbone, warm and soft against my skin.

“Yes,” I manage.

“Then you have to do what I say.”

My head is spinning. “Okay,” I say.

“Good girl,” he says, and goes to get his books.

Chapter 12

But I’m not going to make it that easy for him. Once he’s back with his books, I move to the other side of the room, my back up against the door. He watches me, curious.

I reach down and pull my shirt off slowly, then my jeans.

“Kenley—”

“Shhh,” I say playfully, down to my bra and panties now. I’m pleased when I see an erection pressing at his pants, though have to fight back the desire to run to him and feel it myself. “We’re on chapter three. Open the book.”

Finn lifts an eyebrow, his eyes raking up my body, lingering on my breasts and pussy. I’m so wet already that my panties are sticking to my skin, and I’m sure he can see the outline of my pussy through the fabric. “I can’t concentrate on math when you’re half naked.”

“It’ll be good for you,” I say, but secretly, I know that if he cracks— if he rushes to me and spanks me for trying to boss him around— I’ll like it just as much as I’m liking this. “It will help you learn to block out distractions.”

He turns to chapter three in the book.

“Explain it to me. When you’re explaining it well, I’ll walk toward you. If not…I’ll walk backward,” I say.

Finn shakes his head at me, but I can tell he’s game. “Alright,” he says with a sort of laugh-sigh. “Here we go.”

He starts in on the chapter, stumbling a little— for a moment he gets so turned around that I don’t think he’s paying attention to me at all anymore. But then he glances up, sees that I’m halfway to him, and his eyes hood with lust. “Okay, so that means if I’ve solved here,” he says, holding the book up and pointing to one of the problems, “then I can figure it out, but if that information isn’t available—“

I’m walking closer, closer, each step careful and slow. When I’m halfway, I reach behind my back and unhook my bra, then slowly drag it down my arms. Finn groans, and I see him almost end this whole charade and storm toward me. Instead, he takes a breath and tries to steady himself.

The cool air in the apartment licks at my nipples; I reach up and pull my ponytail down, letting my hair fall around my shoulders. Finn’s cock is pushing hard against his pants now, but he’s stopped speaking, so I stop moving.

“Kenley,” he growls, a warning that he’s about to crack.

“Can you do the three problems on the page?”

He growls again, but drops the book open on his bed and grabs for a notepad. He scribbles furiously, taking his phone and typing in calculations with one finger. He solves one, a second, and third—

“It’s correct,” he says firmly. I smile at him, then go over to the bed and glance down at the notebook. The first is correct, so is—

I jump when I feel Finn’s hand’s on my hips. “Surely you’ve got to lean over farther than that to see my handwriting,” he says. I bite my lip and nod, then lower my upper body farther down, till I’m leaning on my elbows. He holds onto my hips hard, rubbing his finger along my skin, and I feel his eyes on me.

“The second problem?” he asks, his voice far more patient now that he’s in control again. And he is in control again, it’s clear, and it’s amazingly hot.

“It’s correct,” I say, trying to focus on the numbers in front of me.

“Told you,” Finn answers. Holding me tight against him— I can feel his cock pushing between my cheeks—he slips several fingers under my panties, and tugs them down to my thighs. “The third?”

My breath is rattling, my heart racing, because I have no idea where Finn is going to touch me next, what he’s doing to do, where he’s going to put what, and I am desperate for answers. When I try to glance back over my shoulder at him, he reaches forward and gently, though firmly, turns my head back to the paper. I’m calculating as quickly as I can, but my mind feels blurry, the want for him making my stomach flip. “I think— yes. The third is correct.”


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