The Next Morning The morning light filtered softly through the blinds, casting lazy stripes across the cluttered dorm room. Nia lay tangled in the sheets, sore and dripping from the night before, her body humming with memory. A low groan escaped her when Cam’s thick fingers slid beneath her pajama waistband. She stirred, smiling sleepily, spreading her thighs to invite him closer. The cold contrast of his touch made her s...

Cam’s face was lit by the glow of the PlayStation screen, jaw tight, eyes focused, headset snug over his ears. Quarterback of the Eastvale Titans, he carried himself with the easy confidence of someone who knew half the campus wanted him. Six-foot-one, broad shoulders, solid muscle under smooth caramel skin… he looked like he’d been carved just for sex appeal. Even reclined in bed, controller in hand, he radiated that raw...