Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 35946 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35946 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
“You need to get to your next class,” I say quietly as the last student aside from him walks out, letting the door close behind her.
Ethan grins.
“That the best you came up with?”
“Pardon me?”
“To get me out of here.”
“It’s true, Mr. Scott.”
“Ethan.” His eyes hold mine. “I think we’re on a first name basis, don’t you, Emily?”
“Don’t—” I purse my lips. “Don’t call me that.”
He stands from his desk at the back and starts to walk towards me, and every single cell in my body yearns for it, even if my brain is trying to shut it down. He moves even closer, walking with bold confidence, his eyes never leaving mine until he’s right in front of me.
“And don’t—Ethan!”
“What?” he purrs as his hand slides over my waist where my blouse tucks into my knee-length skirt. I shiver, a gasp falling from my lips.
“Don’t…”
“Don’t as in you don’t want me to touch you, or don’t as in we shouldn’t.”
I swallow thickly as my eyes drag to his.
“Both,” I mutter, pushing his hand away from me.
“Liar.”
“Excuse me?”
Ethan’s eyes don’t blink as they burn into mine.
“I called you a liar. So, let’s try this again.”
His hand moves right back to where it was on my waist, and this time, I sigh, my eyes fluttering shut as something fierce and hot teases through my core.
“Do—”
“Yeah, don’t, I got it,” he says quietly. “But which one, Emily. You don’t want me to touch you, or you don’t think I should touch you.”
I swallow, my eyes still closed as his grip tightens on me.
“The second.”
“Good answer,” he growls.
“You—you need to get to class.” My eyes open, and I shiver as his gaze burns right into me.
“You know how it is,” he grins. “New student, new school. Don’t know where shit is? I could get lost in here.” He shrugs. “It’s my first day, Emily. No one cares.”
“They’ll care here.”
He moves closer, his body brushing mine, and I shiver.
“Ethan, please,” I murmur, glancing at the door. “This—I work here.”
I can see the fire in his eyes, and when I hear the low growl in his throat, I tremble.
“After school then.”
“No, Ethan.”
“Why not.”
I give him a look. “You know why not.”
“I know why you think you can’t. But last night was good, Emily,” he growls. “Really, really good.”
His hand slides around until his palm is at the small of my back, and when he tugs me against him, I whimper, gasping quietly as I look up into his intense blue eyes.
“And I know you know it too.”
“Ethan, last night was—”
“Don’t.”
I swallow.
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t be cliché and say it was a mistake, because we both know that’s a lie.”
He moves forward, pushing me back until my back is to the wall. My pulse thunders in my ears, my skin tingling with electric energy. His other hand drops to my skirt, and when he starts to tug it up, my eyes open wide as I gasp.
“Ethan!”
“Did you think about me last night?”
I whimper.
“Please—”
“When you went home, after,” he growls. “Did you play with your pussy missing my cock?”
Oh fuck.
I moan quietly, my hands clutching at his rippling, inked forearms as he tugs my skirt higher and higher, until I can feel the air against the slick, wet gusset of my panties. I blush furiously, and the adult in me knows damn well that I should put a stop to this right the fuck now, but the rest of me won’t let that happen.
He tugs the skirt higher, and when his hand slips under to tease over my bare thigh, I gasp quietly. He centers his exploring fingers, and when they brush over my panties, I whimper.
“Do you always get this wet talking about Monet, Emily?”
I moan, and when his fingers push under the waist of my panties and slide down over my mound, I clutch him tighter, gasping. His fingers slide easily between my slick, pouty lips, parting them as one thick digit eases into my center. My breath catches, and my body aches for him as he curls a finger into me, his palm pushing against my clit as he strokes my g-spot.
“Oh God, Ethan…”
My eyes dart past him to the door to the classroom—the very unlocked door, at that.
“Someone…” he drags his slick finger over my aching clit, and I gasp sharply.
“Jesus Christ, what are we doing?” I hiss before I moan, loudly.
“I’m making you come on my fingers, Emily,” he growls. “That’s what I’m doing. Before I go to class.”
He leans in, and I moan as his lips brush my ear.
“I’m going to make you come, Emily, so I can taste your pussy whenever I want for the rest of the day.”
I moan, panting, my hips rolling against his hand with a mind of their own as he eases his finger back into me.
“Someone might—someone could walk in and… oh fuck…”