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“I would.”
Avery bites her lip nervously then focuses her attention on me.
My heart sinks to my feet.
“But, Jamie, are you sure you’re alright with this? You don’t have to date me just because your friends are. I promise you, I won’t steal your time with them.”
I hadn’t expected that.
“What makes you think I’m not interested?”
“It’s just that you’re always a bit distant with me, and while I do think you’re attractive and I’d like to be with you, I don’t want you to feel obligated. I want you to know that I will be perfectly content with your friendship if you’re not interested in me romantically. So please don’t feel pressured to do something you don’t want to.”
She really is something special.
“I’m distant because I have the most self-control among my friends. If I’m cold, it’s because I’m fighting to remain a professional and treat you with the respect a woman like you deserves. The more time I spend with you, though, the more that control gets eroded.”
Avery swallows hard. “And if you let go of that control? What then?”
19
AVERY
It's like I've said some kind of magic word because Jamie rises from the armchair and drops to his knees at my feet.
I feel Wesley and Phillip's eyes on me, but I can't seem to take my own off Jamie.
The mask of control that I didn't even know he had has crumbled away, leaving nothing but blatant, burning desire.
An ache that can only be sated by his touch thrums throughout my body.
I don't care that he's my teacher.
I don't care that at forty-seven, he's a full twenty-six years older than me.
I don't care if this is wrong.
All I want right now is for him to touch me.
Jamie grips my upper thighs and stares up at me.
“There was something I hadn't wanted to admit during our talk. It wasn't just worry for you and my friends that caused my harsh words this morning. There was something else too.”
“Which was?”
“Pure jealousy. They got to touch you, got to make you scream out in ecstasy while I'd been committed to being good. Do you have any clue how hard it was not to touch myself at the sight of you on that counter with your perfect body on display?”
His hands slide up to the waistband of my jeans, and I clench my thighs together hoping the pressure will ease the ache inside me.
“The thing is, Avery, I'm fucking done being good.”
“Wait.” Wesley’s tone makes us all freeze. “You need a safe word, Princess.”
“I already have one, remember?” I grumble.
“Do they know that?”
“No.”
