Page 79 of Wicked Little Secret

“Professor,” I say, aware of how I’m inciting him by using the P word. “I don’t believe you.”

He growls, leaning over me and grabbing me by the throat for a hard kiss. “What did I tell you about using that word?”

“Not outside the classroom or the bedroom… which we’re technically in, by the way.”

“And you know what I mean when I say bedroom.”

“Coitus!”

He eases back, still lying on his side, a lopsided grin on his normally brooding face. “Are we sure I’m the forty-two-year-old? I’m not sure even I would use the wordcoitus.”

Another easy laugh tumbles out of me. “Don’t change the subject. Tell me one show you watch.”

He thinks on my demand, then begrudgingly says, “I suppose the Wire was good.”

“The Wire?!”

“Are you surprised? I’m a criminal law professor. If I do have to engage with TV, it’s usually a crime drama.”

“Actually, it makes sense when you put it that way.”

We’re interrupted by the loud bleat of a horn outside. Some delivery truck has almost run into a pedestrian scrambling across the road. We tense up for the paranoid half second it takes us to realize it’s a false alarm.

It’s never lost on us how wrong things could go if we reallyarecaught.

Theron thumbs my bottom lip. “We should meet at my house next time. It’s farther out of town. Less chance we’re seen.”

“You mean more opportunity to hide me?”

“Have you forgotten you’re my student?”

“I thought the forbiddeness is what turned you on,” I tease, poking my tongue out. I swipe at the pad of his thumb, my dark eyes alight with mischief.

I can feel his body temperature rise. Practically see his pupils dilate. “Is that what turnsyouon?”

“It definitely makes things interesting.”

“I won’t pretend I haven’t imagined fucking you over my desk. Or swatting you over the ass with one of my rulers.”

“Female students talk,” I say. “And plenty of them think you’re sexy as hell. But I don’t think any of them realize you’re so kinky.”

He nips at my lips while reaching below to fondle my pussy. “I’d prefer to keep it that way.”

“Oh?”

“You’re the only female student I’ve got my eye on, Miss Oliver.”

“Mm, let’s keep it that way.”

“On your stomach. Ass up. I want to eat that pussy… again.”

I’m scrambling to obey. Mere moments after our last romp, I’ve got my face buried in the pillows and his buried in my pussy. I grind my hips back against his mouth ’til his tongue is wedged deep inside me and I’m sobbing my pleasure.

I could get used to this.

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THERON