Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
I giggle, a heated tremor teasing through me as he flashes that perfect, gorgeous smile at me, his blue eyes twinkling.
“See?” I smile. “We can laugh about this.”
“Oh yeah, it’s hilarious,” he deadpans.
“Well, you don’t have to worry, I’m not going to say anything. I mean I’d hate for you to get in trouble.”
“Thank you, Kempton,” he says quietly. “I apprec—”
“You know, as the man who took my virginity.”
The room goes still, and his face pales again.
Shit.
This wasn’t anything I planned for. I did not mean to just drop that on him, but apparently, my mouth has other plans. My hands fly to cover it, but of course, it’s too late.
“That’s not funny, Kempton.”
I swallow. “Professor—”
“Kempton, please tell me you’re making a shitty joke.”
“Fuck, I—look forget I—”
“Kempton.”
His jaw clenches, but slowly, his face softens as his brow caves.
“Jesus Christ, was that seriously your first time?”
I frown and look at my shoes.
“Kempton—”
“Yes, okay?” I mumble. “Look it’s no big deal, it’s just—”
“Yeah, sweetheart,” he growls, and suddenly, I gasp as I feel his hands grip my arms. “Yeah, it’s a big fucking deal.”
I look up to see him squeezing his eyes shut, shaking his head.
“If I knew… fuck, baby, I’d have gone slower. I’d have… Jesus what am even I saying? If I knew, I—”
Okay, honestly, this is thrilling. This grown up, gorgeous man swimming like a fish on a hook for me? It’s kind of a rush.
“If I’d known, I wouldn’t have touched you at all.”
“But you did,” I say quietly, watching his face darken—either anger, or self-hatred, or maybe it’s something else.
Lust.
“You did touch me, Professor,” I say thickly. “And you fucked me.”
“Godamnit, Kempton—”
“For the very first time.”
He growls, his jaw clenching as he steps back from me against the door.
“And it was good, Professor,” I purr quietly. “It was really, really good. I’ve never—”
“Kempton, you need to stop.”
“I’ve never come like that, Professor Truman.”
“Stop it, Kempton,” he hisses, his voice thick.
“I don’t want to,” I purr right back at him.
“We’re not talking about this.”
“Yes, we are.”
His eyes narrow, something heated flashing between us.
“Kempton, what happened was wrong.”
“Was it?”
“Yes,” he spits.
“Did you ever want me before last night?”
He pauses, blinking fast as his breath catches, and inside, I know I’m right.
“You’re a student, Kempton.”
“That’s not an answer.”
Porter growls lowly, his hands tight fists at his sides.
“I think you should get to class.”
“I have a study hall now.”
“So get to it.”
“Answer the question.”
He shoots me a hard, hungry look, but I just keep going. I want to push him, and I can’t stop now.
“Did you ever think about me like that before, Professor?”
“Damnit, Kempton—”
“I think you did.” I swallow and take a step into him. “Forbidden fruit, maybe?”
“This conversation isn’t happening.”
“Trust me, it is.”
I take a breath as I look up into his stern, gorgeous face.
“When Beckett opened the door—”
“Kempton—”
“When he opened the door,” I push on. “And when we both… you know, when we realized…”
My eyes lock onto his.
“You didn’t… you didn’t stop.”
A low groan rumbles in his throat.
“Kempton, I didn’t have time.”
“You could have,” I say quietly. “If you wanted to.”
His face is blazing with heat and wrath, and he slowly shakes his head.
“You need to walk out of this room, Kempton.”
“I think you wanted me before last night, professor.”
“Get out.”
“I think you wanted my tight,” I step closer, right up to him as he stands against the door.
“Barely legal.”
I reach out and let my fingers trace over the rippling muscles of his forearm, and when I look up and see the pure hunger and lust on his face that matches everything I’m feeling right then for him, it’s like a bolt of lightning sizzling through my core.
“Pussy.”
Porter groans.
“Fuck, Kempton—”
“And I can promise you, professor,” I whisper thickly as slide my fingers up and down his arm.
“I’ve wanted your big, grown up cock for a very, very long—”
And suddenly, he snaps.
I gasp when his hands grab me, and when he yanks me right into him, the moan is still tumbling from my lips as he crushes his mouth to mine and kisses me fiercely.
10
Porter
I groan as I kiss her, my pulse thundering as my hands grip her tightly and possessively.
Wanting her.
Touching her.
Kissing her.
I know it’s wrong. I know it’s beyond fucked up to be kissing her, especially right here in my damn classroom. But just like before, it’s like the floodgates open as I growl into her lips and pick her right up off the floor. She moans enthusiastically, her arms flinging around my neck as I whirl and storm across the floor to my desk at the head of the classroom. One swipe of my arm sends everything on the top of it cascading to the ground before I set her tight little ass down on the edge of it and move into her.
I kiss her hard and roughly, bruising her lips as she whimpers her pleasure into mine. Her legs part, and my cock aches as I shove my hands up her smooth thighs, shoving that skirt up to her waist. Her legs curl around my hips, and she moans as she draws me closer, tugging me into her as she kisses me wildly. Godamn her lips taste like sugar and cinnamon, and my cock lurches as my tongue swirls with hers.