Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 58090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
He rubs at the back of his neck. “Busted. Yeah, it broke from drinking too much with my brothers.”
I twirl my hair as I stare at him. “Will you ever grow up, Professor Atwood?”
He sucks in a breath. “Damn, I might have to rethink my career choices because I like you calling me that.”
I give him a pouty look and bat my lashes at him. “Professor Atwood,” I say in a breathy whisper.
“Fuck,” he growls out, closing his eyes. His eyes snap back open and roam over my body. “You look hot as fuck in that skirt. It’s my most favorite thing.” He points to the chair. “Sit down and get ready for your lesson.”
I lean into my role and push him a bit. “What if I don’t want to sit down? What if I don’t want any lesson at all?”
Paxton looks shocked by my words but recovers nicely. He inches closer. “Then I will have to bend you over the desk and punish you.”
My body tightens into a knot of desire. “Punish me how?” I ask, still in a sexy pout. I bat my long lashes once again.
Paxton breaks character to say, “You’re turning me on so badly, Hart.”
“Professor Atwood, you could lose your job for saying something like that.” I take a seat in the chair and gaze up at him.
He cracks his neck to the side. “Well, I wouldn’t be at risk of losing my job if you weren’t so fucking tempting.”
“It’s not my fault.” I’m loving this. Loving the way Paxton’s green eyes darken when he looks at me.
“It is your fault, and that’s why I’m going to punish you. Stand.”
I lift a brow. “What if I say no?”
He plants both palms on my desk and leans over, almost nose to nose. “We can do this the hard way, or the easy way. But I suggest you do as I say. Lean over the desk and get your ass in the air, so I can spank you for being the naughtiest student in the history of students.”
I choke down a gasp, even though I’m utterly turned on. Every cell in my body hums with arousal. “What if I want it the hard way?” I ask, drawing out the word hard.
His eyes flare with lust. “Oh, believe me, Hart, I’ve been hard for you all day.”
Now it’s my turn to break character. “Really?”
“I’m always hard for you.” He wraps a hand around my wrist, looking into my eyes with a serious expression. “You remember your safe word, right?”
“Strawberry,” I whisper.
“If I hear you say it, I stop. You trust me, right?”
“You’re the only man I trust, Paxton.” And it’s true.
“Good.” And just like that, he slides back into the character of the mean, overbearing professor. He snatches me up from my chair and leans me over the desk. “You’re so fucking naughty for tempting me. I can’t stop thinking about you. You tempt me day and night. I think about you all the fucking time.”
I can’t see his face, because he’s standing behind me, so I don’t know how much of what he’s saying he truly means. I’m sure he’s just playing the part.
I don’t say anything, unsure if I should.
He lifts my skirt, and the cool air hits my bare ass. “Fuck,” he hisses. “Where are your panties, Hartford?”
“I didn’t wear any to school today, Professor Atwood.”
He kneads my ass cheek with one hand. “Such a naughty girl. Do you like being naughty? Or do you want to be my good girl?”
I want to ask if I can select both options, but he doesn’t wait for me to respond before he’s saying, “I’m going to punish you for turning me on. For tempting me every day.” His voice sounds like he’s in physical pain. Like he can’t handle me tempting him. Like he’s been living with this temptation for years. God. He deserves an Oscar for his acting tonight.
Even if he’s playing a part, I want to believe it’s all true. That I have been tempting him for years. That he’s been living in this torture just like I have.
“I can’t help it,” I say. “I want you so much that I can’t help but tempt you.” I’m not lying here. And it feels good to tell him how I feel under the ruse of role-playing.
“All you ever had to do was ask me, Hartford,” he breathes out. “You know I’d never deny you anything. Not even my hard cock.”
Oh god. I’m so turned on. I twist and wiggle a little so I can relieve this ache growing between my thighs. In my core. Everywhere.
Paxton lets out a chuckle. “Are you trying to get off right now?”
“Yes. I need it,” I tell him, wishing more than anything he’d touch me right now. “Please,” I beg.
He just said he’d give me anything I wanted. And I want all of him now.