"Say it," Marcus murmured. His thumb traced the edge of her bra strap, feather-light. "Just once. Be honest."Her voice, when it came, was barely a whisper. "Yes.""Louder.""Yes." The word cracked out of her, half-defiant, half-surrendered. "I want it."The transformation was immediate. Marcus's mouth crushed against hers—no tentative exploration, just a claiming. His tongue pushed past her lips, and she met it with her own, a duel rather than a dance. Behind her, Theo's hands released her wrists and instead gripped her hips, fingers digging into the wool of her skirt."On the desk," Marcus said, breaking the kiss. His voice had dropped an octave.Theo lifted her bodily, setting her on the edge of her own desk. Papers scattered. Her meticulously organized lecture notes cascaded to the floor like confetti. Some dark part of her celebrated the mess.Hands everywhere now. She couldn't track them all. Someone—maybe Jason—pulled her blouse open, buttons pinging against the floor. Her skir
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