Elijah pushes away from the wall and slowly walks toward me. My heart jumps into my throat, wondering what he’s going to do. Will he actually try to kiss me in front of all these people?
He pauses for the briefest of seconds when he’s at my side. His arm grazes mine, and his fingertips brush against my bare thigh.
“I think you know we won’t be studying.” His husky words send a throbbing ache to my pussy.
He walks off, leaving me standing there staring at a wall while I try to gain my composure. I want to chase after him and beg him to take me home now. I want his hands and mouth all over me. I want everything he has to offer and I never want it to end.
“There you are!” Ayanna says, yanking me out of my daydream.
“Yeah, sorry. So many people in the bathroom,” I say, rolling my eyes.
“I bet. We got drinks and found a table. Let’s go.”
She hooks her arm in the crook of my elbow and escorts me to the booth. We pass by the table Elijah’s sitting at with his own group of friends. Possibly brothers. Ayanna doesn’t notice him, but I do. How can you not spot the hottest man in the whole damn room?
* * *
An hour goes by, and I try to keep my mind off the fact that Elijah is just a couple feet away. We keep ordering drinks, take a little food break, then drink some more. Around eleven forty-five, a man dressed as Joker, who I’m assuming is Elijah’s brother—the owner, gets up on the stage and says the costume contest is about to start.
He tells everybody who wants to compete to come up to the side of the stage. Solo entries on the left, couple entries on the right.
“Let’s go, babe,” Ayanna says, yanking Luca out of the booth.
“You gonna enter?” I ask Lorenzo. He’s not necessarily in costume, but his face is painted pretty extravagantly. He’s basically a scary pumpkin. His eyes are surrounded with black, his nose is black, and his mouth is exaggerated with jagged black paint, creating a creepy pumpkin mouth. He’s wearing black sclera contacts, hiding the whites of his eyes, and then streaks of orange, black, and yellow cover his face and neck.
He throws his hood over his hair and stands up. “I’m about to win. Get ready to cheer for me.”
I laugh. “Okay. Good luck.”
I turn to the side so I can get a good look at the stage, then Elijah’s voice finds me.
“You’re not entering?”
My head snaps to the left, and I peek around the wood that separates my booth from his and find him sitting in a similar position.
“No,” I laugh. “Not going up there in this cliché costume.”
He chuckles, continuing to stare at the stage. “I’d vote for you.”
“You may be a little biased.”
“Is that so? Why? Because you’re my student?”
“No, because you’ve seen me naked.”
That statement has his head turning in my direction. I squirm under his gaze. He’s probably picturing me naked right now. Well, actually, now I’m remembering what he looks like naked. A shiver runs up my spine.
He focuses back on the stage as his brother calls people up and has the crowd cheer for their favorites.
“So, what changed?” I ask.
“What do you mean?”
“You know what I mean. I’m now invited over to your house. Where we won’t be studying.”
“Oh, I’ll be studying,” he says. “I plan on devoting a lot of time and attention to your body.”
Heat pools between my legs. “So you’re no longer worried about the rules.”
Elijah angles his head my way. “We can talk about this tomorrow.”
“Yes, Professor,” I say with a giggle.
He turns and narrows his eyes at me. “Funny.”
My grin grows. “Are you going to teach me a few things tomorrow, Professor?”
A low growl emits from his throat. “You have no idea the things I can introduce you to.”
My body trembles
“Like what?” I ask in a voice barely above a whisper.
He leans closer, a cocky smirk taking over his face. “Guess you’ll have to wait for our lesson.”
“I don’t want to wait,” I breathe.
Elijah glances back at the stage, so I do the same. My friends are still toward the end of their respective lines.
“In a minute, walk toward the back of the bar, right before the hall that leads to the bathroom.”
“But…” I trail off, because he’s already sauntering off.
I do my best to wait the full minute, but it’s not like I’m actually counting the seconds. I take another sip of my cocktail, even though I’m feeling pretty buzzed as it is, then I get up and follow his instructions.
Before I turn to walk down the hall that holds the bathrooms, a door that’s mostly hidden cracks open and Elijah yanks me in.
“What…” I don’t get to finish my question, because as soon as I enter the darkened room, he closes the door and has me pushed up against a wall.
I can barely see him, but I feel him everywhere. His hips pin me in place and a hand grips my jaw while the other one slips under my skirt and cups my ass.
My chest heaves with desperate breaths as I wait for him to kiss me. Instead, he angles my head to the side and nuzzles my neck.
“This is what you want?” he asks, his voice thick with lust. “Stolen moments in dark rooms?”
I nod, unable to speak words.
Elijah shifts, allowing more space between us. As soon as I whine in protest, the hand that was massaging my ass comes around to my inner thigh.
“Because this is all we get. This is all I can offer.”
“I don’t care,” I breathe, bringing my hands to his biceps.
His fingers dance delicately over the material of my panties and I gasp. “You deserve more.”
“I just want you. Anyway I can get you.”
Elijah continues to move his fingers up and down, switching from rubbing circles on my clit to prodding teasingly at my entrance.
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