Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23771 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23771 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
My instincts are roaring for me to go scoop her up, carry her down the hall to my office and fuck her blind. To demand to know if I hurt her. To demand to know where the hell she has been. Mine. Mine. I need her now.
With my two worlds colliding, however, it all comes rushing back to me. What we did on that bed, the things I said to her, the taboo game we played. How my hunger was supposed to remain a secret. Far away from my professional life. Never to touch it, never to even breathe on it. Now the person I paid to call me Daddy while I railed her is sitting in the front row of my classroom. Alana is my student.
Someone in the lecture hall clears their throat uncomfortably and I realize I’ve been staring at Alana for a solid minute, trying to make sense of her being there. Have I already given myself away? What the hell am I going to do about this?
Oh I know what I’d love to do. Keep Alana.
Find out everything about her, get inside her head, get her even further inside of mine and never come up for air. When I returned to the room of the brothel, that’s exactly what I planned to do. Learn all about her situation and figure out how to make us work, despite the age gap. Despite the fact that she knows about my hunger. I was willing to throw caution to the wind because after having her, I couldn’t imagine not having her forever.
Now that I know she’s my student?
None of that is possible.
I swallow hard and drag my attention off Alana, beginning my lecture in a hoarse voice. My cock is at full mast, so I spend the lesson behind the podium, powerless to keep my gaze from returning to her, drinking her beauty in over and over again. Throughout the sixty-minute class, she never loses that slightly dazed expression, though I notice her attempting to take notes in a sensible, spiral notebook. And damn it all, as if I need any further reason to be turned on…my balls grow heavy at the sight of it. Alana looking up at me and getting her lesson. Listening like a good girl. Wanting Daddy’s approval.
You are a bad man.
That truth is never more evident than when I dismiss class and make the sharp request for Alana to meet me in my office. I sense some of the students splitting surprised looks between us as they pack up their bags, but I ignore them, putting away my slides. I snap my briefcase shut, making eye contact with Alana over the top of it, and we walk out of the classroom together. We’re several inches apart, but she might as well have her fucking legs wrapped around me for the reaction my dick is having.
I’ve never been attracted to a student. Not even a passing interest.
Their work is how I tell them apart.
But when I unlock my office door and step back, allowing Alana to precede me inside, the way she clutches the textbooks to her chest, her ponytail swaying gently, innocently, makes me so hot I have to adjust my erection, a low groan building in my throat. I watch goosebumps rise on her neck. Her eyes lose focus.
I ram the door closed and turn the lock.
The textbook slips out of her fingers and I’m all over her before the book hits the floor.
I pick her up by the ass, pinning her to the door, my hips finding their way between her thighs, bouncing her roughly. “I told you not to move,” I growl against her mouth. “I told you to stay in in that fucking room, little girl.”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she sobs, her cool palms molding to the sides of my face. “My friend had an emergency and I couldn’t wait for you. Estelle wouldn’t give me any information. But I tried to get it. I promise.”
Christ, it never even occurred that Alana might be looking for me. The fact that she tried makes my tongue feel thick. “Even if she’d given you my number, I gave her false information. I didn’t want…”
She rubs her forehead against mine, purring in her throat, as if she’s missed me. Yearned for me. Fuck. I’m insane for this girl. “You didn’t want what?”
“Any part of that night…being used against me. I wanted to be anonymous.”
Alana winces adorably. “Whoops.”
“Princess,” I groan into a kiss, stroking my tongue as deep as I can get it, feeling her pussy soften and heat against my bulge. One yank of my zipper and I could be back in paradise. Back inside my girl. “Please tell me you didn’t need that money for tuition.”
“I don’t regret it,” she whispers, sipping at my bottom lip. “I’ll never regret it. I’m just so glad we found each other.”