“Nash,” she breathed, her voice raw and unsure and aching.
“I’m not looking for you to say anything or commit to me,” I said in a low voice. “In fact, I don’t want you to. If I made you fall in love with me then that would probably be the greatest sin I’d ever committed.”
“What do you want then?” she asked breathlessly as I teased her body and tasted her lips and worked her until she was panting for me again.
“Right now, I’ve got a point to prove.”
“What point?” she asked.
“I think the exact wording was that arrogant assholes like me don’t know a G-spot from our elbows and wouldn’t be able to find your clit with a map and GPS…”
Her lips popped open and an embarrassed laugh spilled from her lips as I reminded her of what she’d said to me back in my office the first time I’d tried to put her into line. I’d known right then that I was in trouble with her.
“Erm, I didn’t really mean-”
I pushed two fingers inside her, curving them around and making her cry out in surprise as she grabbed my biceps to brace herself.
“Do you know how many times I’ve laid awake at night imagining exactly how I’d like to prove that statement wrong?” I growled as I circled my thumb on her clit and she gasped again.
“Okay,” she moaned, “You’ve made your point.”
“No, princess. Not yet, I haven’t.” I dropped to my knees before her, lifting her feet and placing them on my shoulders. She was still wearing her thick socks but they were the only items of clothing I’d left her with. When she reached out to pull them off, I knocked her hand aside with a wicked grin.
“You want me to leave them on?” she asked as I pumped my fingers inside her and took in the view of her writhing in pleasure for me.
“Yeah.”
“Why? Have you got a sock fetish?”
“No. But I want you to remember this every time you wear woolly winter socks for the rest of your damn life,” I teased. “And once I’ve proved to you that I know exactly where your G-spot, clit and every other goddamn pleasure point down here is too, I know you’ll remember it. And then I’m going to fuck you until you can’t breathe and make up for every single time I had to force myself to walk away from you and deny us both what we’ve been aching for.”
“Those are pretty big words,” she panted. “You think you’re that good, Mr Monroe?”
“Don’t do that,” I growled, not wanting her to play up to that teacher shit with me. That wasn’t us. It was the least of our connections and I wished it wasn’t one at all.
Before she could reply, I pushed forward, forcing her to bend her legs so her knees were up by her chest as her feet stayed on my shoulders and I dropped my mouth between her thighs.
The only things that left her lips after that were moans, curses and my name over and over and over again until I should have been sick of hearing it, but all I wanted was for her to scream it even more and I was going to make sure she did.
When I finally untangled myself from Monroe and he’d thoroughly proven he knew where my G-spot was - five freaking times - I got dressed and started pacing the room as I waited for my dad to arrive. Thank god he hadn’t shown up twenty minutes ago when Monroe had been so deep inside me, I’d forgotten what planet I was on, let alone why I was here.
I chewed on my lip, skimming my eyes across the room that I knew so well. I’d come here on countless trips in my lifetime, but I’d never had anyone outside my family visit. The first one who did had defiled the place so thoroughly that I was half tempted to start scrubbing all the spots he’d claimed me in. I replayed each time in my mind with a stupid smile on my face and my heart began to race all over again. Dammit, I need to concentrate. This isn’t the time to start up forbidden love affairs with my teacher. Correction: headmaster. Jesus.
I’d cleaned up the vase he’d broken when he’d tossed my boots across the room and hoped my dad wouldn’t notice when he arrived. It was going to be pretty difficult to explain why Monroe’s shirt was missing too (which we’d burned because that was not going anywhere it could be found by my freaking dad).
Monroe carried two mugs of coffee from the kitchen and I got to my feet from the bed with a word of thanks as he placed them down on the night stand. He’d boiled water over
