Extra Credit: A College Reverse Harem Romance Read online

  Contents

  Title

  Copyright

  Books by Cassie Cole

  1 - Jessica

  2 - Zack

  3 - Jessica

  4 - Jessica

  5 - Jessica

  6 - Jessica

  7 - Zack

  8 - Jessica

  9 - Jessica

  10 - Jessica

  11 - Jessica

  12 - Jessica

  13 - Jessica

  14 - Jessica

  15 - Finn

  16 - Jessica

  17 - Jessica

  18 - Jessica

  19 - Dominic

  20 - Jessica

  21 - Jessica

  22 - Jessica

  23 - Zack

  24 - Jessica

  25 - Jessica

  26 - Finn

  27 - Jessica

  28 - Dominic

  29 - Jessica

  30 - Jessica

  31 - Jessica

  32 - Jessica

  33 - Jessica

  34 - Jessica

  35 - Jessica

  36 - Zack

  37 - Jessica

  38 - Jessica

  39 - Jessica

  40 - Jessica

  41 - Jessica

  42 - Dominic

  43 - Jessica

  44 - Jessica

  Epilogue

  Sneak Peek - Nanny With Benefits

  Bonus Chapter

  About the Author

  Extra Credit

  By Cassie Cole

  Copyright © 2020 Juicy Gems Publishing

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  Edited by Robin Morris

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  Books by Cassie Cole

  Broken In

  Drilled

  Five Alarm Christmas

  All In

  Triple Team

  Shared by her Bodyguards

  Saved by the SEALs

  The Proposition

  Full Contact

  Sealed With A Kiss

  Smolder

  The Naughty List

  Christmas Package

  Trained At The Gym

  Undercover Action

  The Study Group

  Tiger Queen

  Triple Play

  Nanny With Benefits

  Extra Credit

  1

  Jessica

  I had never seen a male stripper before.

  Brandi, one of my colleagues who I barely knew, was getting married and had insisted on a bachelorette party. We spent the night bar-hopping around Des Moines, wearing matching black cocktail dresses and those silly sashes that said “Bride” and “Maid of Honor” and “Beeotch.”

  My sash said “Beeotch #5.”

  I wasn’t into this kind of scene, but it was Brandi’s party and she was having a blast. So I was a good sport about it all: I toasted my fruity cocktail and wooed loudly along with the rest of them as we bounced from bar to bar. When the maid of honor said we were going back to Brandi’s place to play games and have more drinks, I was already estimating how long to stay before going home.

  But shortly after arriving, the doorbell rang and two men stood outside. Two very sexy men whose pizza uniforms clung to their chiseled frames.

  “Did someone order a pizza with extra sausage?” one of them said in a goofy voice.

  I tried not to laugh. It was the cheesiest thing I had ever heard. The kind of stereotypical thing you heard in bad porn movies.

  Now we were in Brandi’s living room, chairs arranged in a circle and the coffee table pushed against the wall. Music pumped from the speaker system with a boom boom boom bass that the two faux-pizza-delivery-men gyrated to. The other girls squealed happily at the sexy scene.

  I couldn’t help but laugh at it all. Maybe because I was in my mid-thirties and they were all younger. Sure, these two guys were insanely hot. But this wasn’t my idea of a fun time.

  Still, I faked a smile and pretended like I was having a blast.

  One stripper was blond and the other had jet-black hair. Blondie, the all-American looking guy, was the first to remove his shirt. I couldn’t help but gawk at the sight. This dude was chiseled. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on him, and he was far more muscular than I would have guessed. The veins in his arms bulged as he gave Brandi a lap-dance, shaking his ass in her face. He ripped off his pants—literally ripped them off, which they were made for—revealing a tight red thong that barely covered his package. The girls roared with approval as he shook his muscular booty back and forth in time with the thumping music.

  I tried not to stare, but it was impossible not to. His manhood bounced up and down in the banana-hammock. He smiled warmly at the group of women as he danced. If he was faking his enjoyment, he was a very good actor. He swept his gaze across the group and when his eyes landed on me he gave me a wink. A tingling sensation filled my stomach.

  Okay, I can see why some girls like this, I thought.

  Black-hair was just as sexy, if not more so. A tattoo sleeve ran down his left arm, and another tattoo of angel wings covered the right side of his chest. The feathers along his abs rippled and moved as he gyrated with the music. While Blondie was smiling and enjoying himself, there was a quiet intensity about Black-hair. Especially in his dark eyes and chiseled jaw. An intrusive thought popped into my head: I bet he would be rough in bed.

  Rough in a good way.

  “He looks like Professor Karlson!” Brandi squealed.

  “Dominic Karlson?” one of the girls demanded. “No way.”

  “He totally does!” Brandi pointed at me. “Jessica, you dated Dominic. What do you think?”

  “What?” I asked nervously. “Dominic and I didn’t date. We just, you know, had lunch together a few times last semester.”

  “Well Dominic has a huge crush on you, so you’re the expert,” Brandi insisted. She pointed at the dark-haired stripper and asked, “Doesn’t he look like Dominic?”

  “I don’t know…” I laughed. Dominic has a crush on me? I had thought we were just work-friends.

  “That’s a no,” the other girl said. “He looks nothing like Dominic!”

  The two strippers focused on Brandi, then spread out to dance with the rest of us. Blondie gave a lap dance to Alexandra to my right for about ten seconds, then moved on to me.

  I tensed as he straddled my legs and turned around, shaking his ass in front of me. He had a sexy little butt, two tan boulders with a red thong running through the middle. Then he turned around and sat in my lap, flexing his pecs and biceps in my face to the beat of the music.

  It was impossible not to be turned on while these bulging muscles were waved around in my face. Especially because of how good he smelled! I don’t know what cologne he was wearing but it made me want to lick him. And the way Blondie looked into my eyes? It made me forget that he was just a paid entertainer. He made me think it was real.

  He’s good, I thought.

  “There you go, Jessica!” the bride shouted. “Now she’s having fun!”

  I was having fun, so I decided to say: “It’s too bad we can’t touch!”

  To my surprise, Blondie replied. “Baby, you can do whatever you want.”

  I laughed it off while he continued dancing on me.

  “I’m serious,” he replied, flexing both arms. “This is a hands-on display.”

  I bit my lower lip. Even with permission I wasn’t sure if I was
supposed to do that. But his muscles were right there in front of me, mere inches away, and everyone was watching.

  Plus, I really wanted to touch him. I was only human, after all.

  I reached out and caressed his abs with my fingertips. They were hard as a rock and warm to the touch. A shiver of excitement ran through my body.

  “You can touch whatever you want,” Blondie added. “I don’t bite. Neither does it.”

  His junk was bouncing up and down in his thong, brushing against my thigh every time he moved. Every inch of it was outlined against the thin fabric. The primal part of me wanted to reach out and clutch it in my fingers, squeezing it tightly. But I hesitated.

  Blondie must have sensed my hesitation, because he didn’t push me further. Instead he glanced over his shoulder and said, “Hey Finn? I think it’s time for dessert.”

  Black-hair reached into a bag and tossed a can of whipped cream to Blondie. He caught it in the air and turned to me. “I feel like a sundae. But I don’t have any bowls. I guess I’ll have to lick this off something else…”

  His eyes glanced down between my legs, and his hand brushed against my inner thigh. His smile made my entire body tremble.

  “Just tell me where to put it,” he said in a low, deep voice.

  Oh, the temptation was strong! I was incredibly turned-on now and wanted to have some fun. To have his sexy face buried between my legs, licking whipped cream off my sensitive parts…

  But with all eyes on me I went with the milder option. I leaned back in my chair and stuck out my chest. The tight cocktail dress and my push-up bra made my cleavage pop, and I knew I looked good. Blondie’s sultry smile deepened.

  “Your wish is my command.”

  The bottle of whipped cream hissed as he sprayed a dollop into my cleavage. The girls let out a chorus of woos as he planted both hands on the arms of my chair, stuck out an incredibly-long tongue, and licked it between my breasts.

  A shudder of pleasure coursed through my entire body. I wanted to grab hold of his blond hair and hold him to my chest, to push his head lower and feel that wriggling tongue against my lady parts, just like he had insinuated. His tongue slid against my skin wonderfully, licking up all the whipped cream. Then he blew me a kiss with his puckered lips.

  Blondie held up the can. “Who wants to lick some off me?”

  The way he looked down at me? It was clear who he wanted to volunteer for the task.

  Before I could answer, Brandi squealed, “Me! Me!”

  He gave me a look that said too bad before turning to the bride.

  I enjoyed the rest of the show. Black-hair came over and danced all over me, the ink of his tattoos rippling on his body. I found myself wondering if the tattooed skin tasted different than the rest of him. He smelled incredible too, a musky scent of wood and leather and oil. Like a real man ought to smell.

  But my eyes kept drifting back to Blondie.

  The show lasted half an hour, and then the two strippers took their bows, got dressed, and left. As Blondie closed the door behind him he gave me one final glance, and there was lust in his piercing eyes.

  He’s just a stripper, I thought. It’s not real.

  But it felt as real as anything in this world.

  2

  Zack

  Stripping wasn’t the most honorable of jobs, but I prided myself in the work. The women who paid us deserved a good show. I gave a hundred percent at every event.

  But when the women were hot? That made it so much more fun.

  All of these women tonight were good-looking, but there was one in particular who I couldn’t keep my eyes off of. The woman with the curly blonde hair and cherry-red lips. Something inside me shifted when I looked at her. My cock pulsed at the sight of her in that black dress, sitting in her chair like she was waiting for the bus. I was drawn to her like a moth to a beautiful flame.

  I could tell that out of all the women there, she was the one who was ready to go home. So I spent some extra time with her, more than the other women. Within seconds I could sense her relax and begin enjoying the show. Her eyes raked my body as I moved. I was a stripper—I knew I looked good. I worked hard to stay this fit. But the way she looked at me, and the way her fingers caressed my chest…

  It felt different than the other customers who eye-fucked me all night.

  And then I had to move on to the other women, and the bride. But the woman with the curly blonde hair was stuck in my head the rest of the show. I passed the whipped cream to Finn and the Bride licked it off his belly. The women loved Finn, and everyone wanted a turn licking food off his body. When our half-hour was up and it was time to go, a few women made jokes about paying us to stay all night. One of the women said it with such intensity that I was certain it wasn’t a joke.

  As strippers, we got propositioned for sex all the time. It came with the territory. Some customers offered us insane amounts of money to sleep with them. It was tempting.

  Nobody had to know, right?

  But Finn and I didn’t do that. It was illegal, obviously, and we were afraid of getting in trouble. We would be fired and potentially prosecuted if we got caught. All it took was one person gossiping about a night with the strippers and everything would be ruined.

  That wasn’t the main reason we didn’t do it, though. The main reason was that we didn’t want to cross that line. We were strippers, not hookers. We had standards.

  But when I looked at the curly-blonde, it made me reconsider those standards…

  We finished the show, got dressed, and left the house. It was a warm August night and the stars were out. Finn and I walked to the street where his car was parked. He leaned against the door and took a pull from his vape pen.

  “Going to a frat party back at campus, if you wanna come,” he said.

  Parties weren’t really my thing, especially after spending half an hour shaking my butt in front of semi-drunk women. “I think I’m just going to head home.”

  Finn raised a dark eyebrow. “Need a ride?”

  We had been friends for a long time. I knew all of Finn’s subtle cues and expressions. Although he would give me a ride back to our apartment without a complaint, I could tell from his tone that he didn’t want to. That it was out of his way.

  “I’ll just get an Uber,” I said.

  “You sure?”

  “Yeah, no problem.”

  He nodded and stuck his fist out. “Later.”

  I bumped his fist, then watched him get into the car and drive away.

  I pulled up the Uber app on my phone. Since it was the Sunday before classes started, everyone was out partying. Uber drivers were busy and the rates were higher than normal. I chose an UberPool from the list of options. That meant I might have to share a ride with some strangers, but it would save a little money.

  Before the Uber arrived, the front door to the house opened and one of the women walked out.

  The woman with the curly-blonde hair. Her eyes widened when she saw me and she said, “Oh. Hey there.”

  “Hey yourself,” I said. She had her purse in one hand. “Not sticking around for the rest of the fun?”

  A squeal of laughter could be heard inside the house.

  The woman laughed to herself. “The bachelorette party has moved on to the porn-watching phase.”

  “Not your speed?”

  She smirked. “I’ve had enough excitement for one night. And I prefer to watch porn by myself.” She stuck out her hand. “Jessica.”

  “Zack,” I said, shaking her hand. Her red fingernails caressed my palm as she let go of my grip.

  “Did your friend ditch you here?” she asked.

  “He’s going to a party. I’m just waiting for my ride.”

  She jerked her thumb over her shoulder. “Instead of waiting out here you could have stayed inside and watched Ass Pirates of the Caribbean with us.”

  “Honestly, I prefer the sequel,” I replied. “Ass Pirates of the Caribbean Two is when the series really hits its
stride.”

  We shared a moment of laughter together. Once again I felt an immense pull toward this woman. I couldn’t explain it, but there was just something about her I couldn’t ignore. And I felt the same expression in her wide eyes when she looked back at me.

  Before I could chat her up some more, a green SUV pulled up in front of the house. I sighed. “That’s my ride.”

  She frowned and held up her phone. “That’s my ride. An UberPool.”

  I cocked my head curiously. “Hillside apartments?”

  She laughed again, more carefree than before. “Funny coincidence.”

  I held open the door for her and wondered if there was such a thing as fate.

  3

  Jessica

  I was a firm believer in fate. I always had been. Things didn’t just happen randomly in this world. First I had been invited to Brandi’s bachelorette party at the last minute because one of her other friends couldn’t come. That led to the strippers and the weird connection I felt to one of them. Then I decided to leave the party early, catching the blond stripper outside before his ride arrived. His name was even Zack, the same as my childhood crush.

  And now we were sharing the same Uber home?

  It was too many coincidences to ignore.

  We rode in silence for the first few minutes. It was tough to carry on a conversation with a driver up front.

  “So, Jessica,” Zack finally said while we sat at a red light. “You’re a professor?”

  “How’d you know?”

  “You have that hot professor thing going on,” he said. “I can picture you writing on a chalkboard and lecturing students.”

  My brain focused on the first part: hot professor. The compliment reinforced what I felt earlier. That maybe Zack wasn’t just faking his enthusiasm around me.

  “I normally don’t lecture in this,” I said, gesturing at my dress. “But yeah, I’m an associate professor. Is it that obvious?”

  I wondered if he was a student. That would make things a lot more awkward.

  “I’m good at reading people,” Zack said smoothly with a charming smile. “But in this case I heard one of the other women mention it during the party.”