Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 31985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 160(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 160(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
“I know,” I nod.
“And?”
“I—I’m sorry.”
“For?”
“For acting up. Mouthing off.”
He nods, and even with mine looking at the floor, I know his eyes are burning into me.
“Anything else?”
I swallow, shaking my head.
“Nothing? Nothing else at all you care to mention?”
I shake my head again. “No, Professor Bard.”
He nods, the room going silent again as I lean against his desk, feeling his gorgeous blue eyes burning into me.
“It’s your birthday today, isn’t it?”
I nod, looking up and forcing a smile through the red in my cheeks.
“As of…” I glance at the clock and tremble.
“Three minutes ago.”
Oliver’s eyes flash, and he clenches that chiseled jaw even tighter.
“And how old are you?”
He knows damn well how old I am.
I swallow. “Eighteen.”
Professor Bard growls.
Growls. God, he growls, and it’s so fucking hot, I actually have to shut my mouth to stop from moaning.
“Happy birthday,” he says quietly, eying me.
I blush as I rake my teeth over my bottom lip.
“Thank you, sir.”
“Doing anything fun?
I shake my head before I glance up at him, a smile teasing my lips.
“Detention?”
He chuckles darkly, his blue eyes sparking blue fire at me.
“Not going out with friends after? A boyfriend?”
I shake my head again. “No boyfriend, actually,” I whisper.
“I know.”
I tremble at his voice, biting my lip harder as my hands toy with the hem of my skirt.
“And you’re sure there’s nothing else you want to tell me about? Or apologize for?”
I shake my head. “No, sir. I’m not sure what you mean—”
“I mean these,” he growls deeply, pulling his desk drawer open and reaching in. And when he pulls his hand back out, my entire body blushes. Because there, in my gorgeous older professor’s hands, is my little white thong with the pink lipstick hearts on it—the very ones I left in his desk that day.
I cringe, chewing hard on my lips a I shake my head, ready to deny it all out of sheer embarrassment.
“Sir, I—”
“Yours, aren’t they?”
I blush even brighter, cringing under his deep, brooding eye.
“No,” I whisper.
“No?” He smiles thinly, his eyes blazing
“I think they are. And I’m wondering why you left them in my desk drawer.”
I cringe, biting my lip and looking down as my toe scuffs at the floor. Somehow, my fantasy never went here. In my fantasy, he found them, and then somehow, we’re just kissing. There’s never been the consideration that him finding them would make him angry like this.
“I—they’re not mine,” I blurt out.
Oliver looks at me fiercely, clearing his throat.
“Ahh, my mistake, then,” he says quietly, gently fingering the panties in his hand.
“So, since they’re not yours, you don’t mind that I took them home.”
My eyes dart to his, going wide. I swallow, panting, my pulse racing.
Professor Bard stands, looming over me, and as he steps forward one step, I press back against the desk, trembling.
“Well?”
I shake my head. “No, sir,” I whisper.
“And since they aren’t yours, you don’t mind that I smelled them, then.”
I gasp quietly.
“I could smell sweet little pussy on them, Ms. Penworth,” he growls, and I fucking melt against his desk as my pulse thunders through me. Because I know we’ve just crossed another line. Even pulling my freaking panties out of his drawer and teasing me was one thing. But my high school government professor saying the word “pussy” somehow makes the whole room feel a little warmer, and smaller, and the air between us heavier.
“But of course, they’re not yours, right?”
I whimper as I shake my head, my mouth opening but no words coming.
“Ahh, I see,” he growls. “And so, it doesn’t matter to you that I took these little pussy-soaked bad girl panties and wrapped them tight around my cock, does it?”
I moan, and it’s just there, hanging in the silence between us like neon sign. It just tumbles out, and once it’s out there, I know there’s no taking it back.
Professor Bard’s eyes blaze into me, holding my gaze as I stand there looking up at him, trembling with nervousness and need and aching for whatever comes next.
“I think you’re lying, Anastasia,” he growls quietly.
He moves closer, his hands going to either side of me, gripping the desk as he moves against me until his masculine scent surrounds me and the heat of his body teases against mine.
“So why don’t you tell me why you left your little panties in your professor’s drawer.”
“I—”
“Tell me,” he grunts.
“Because,” I whisper, panting.
“Yes?”
“Because I wanted you to… I mean… I wanted…”
“You wanted me to find them.”
I swallow, trembling, my eyes lowering to the floor and my face pulsing red. His hand comes up, and when I feel his fingers brush my chin, tilting my face up, I moan softly as I look up into his fierce blue eyes, burning right into me.
“Answer the question, Anastasia,” he purrs.
“Yes.”
I choke the word out, and his jaw tights, his eyes blazing blue fire