Page 17 of Silk Sheets

I took hold of one of his hands, sliding it down my back, allowing him to grab my ass and I watched his eyes darken with frustration.

“Did you enjoy watching me today,sir?” I asked, trailing my lips over the shell of his ear. “Dripping, soaking wet, bending over the hood of your car.”

His shuddered breath hit my neck, pulling tiny goosebumps from my skin.

My next question caused a rough noise to slip from his throat. “Did you enjoy knowing that I wanted you behind me, forcing me to stay bent over while you didverybad things to me.”

With my entire body pressed to his, I slowly trailed my lips down his jawline, stopping mere inches from his lips.

“Do you like feeling me this close to you,sir?” My voice was tiny, coated in honey as I looked up at him through my dark eyelashes.

Lust bubbled inside of me when something long and thick pressed to the inside of my thigh. The hair on the back of my neck rose. I didn’t doubt that he’d be big but that…

His long fingers curled around my nape as he moved me, bending me over his desk.

He pushed his hard erection against my ass and I sucked in a quick breath, my heart pounding.

I placed my hands flat on the desk, to lift myself, but he grabbed my wrists, pinning them behind my back, rendering them useless.

“Is this what you want, Dakota?” His voice was hoarse, his actions driven by his desire. His hold on my wrists tightened as he pressed himself against my ass one more time and my bottom lip curled between my teeth.Don’t moan, don’t moan, don’t fucking moan. This is sick, Dakota, and wrong. So, fucking, wrong.

I could feel him lower himself, hovering his lips over my ear. His warm breath fanned against my skin and I shifted against him, feeling the ache between my thighs.

There was a thunderous knock at the door, and my body stilled, panic licking my spine. With a sharp exhale, Professor Hale stood upright, holding me firmly in place.

His tone was wrapped in frustration. “I’m busy.”

There was a brief moment of daunting silence, until the door creaked open and my chest tightened. I squirmed against Professor Hale’s grip—fearful of who might enter and see us like this—but he didn’t budge.

Professor Chase Madden andKadenboth stared back at us, standing side by side. Kaden closed the door behind them, and I watched Professor Madden cross his arms over his broad chest, running his tongue on the inside of his cheek with dark eyes piercing through us.Oh, he was pissed.

His gaze met mine—his voice holding authority. “Get out.”

I swallowed the ball of anxiety lumping in my throat, tugging my wrists from Professor Hale but his fingers only tightened around me.

Then, Professor Hale’s words made my stomach drop. “She doesn’t listen to you.”

Professor Madden’s eyes snapped to Professor Hale’s, a spine chilling glint of something unreadable dancing behind them. This was more than a professor caught with his student.Thiswas something else.

“Logan.” Kaden finally broke his silence. The edge in his tone held a warning, but something told me it didn’t frighten Professor Hale as much as it did me.

“Who do you listen to, Dakota?” Professor Hale asked, curling his fingers around the back of my neck as he helped me stand on my feet again.

I swallowed hard, feeling him turn my face to look at them. With his body firmly pressed to mine, he lowered his lips to my ear and I held back a shudder. “Tell them who you listen to.”

I was fearful as I met Professor Madden’s gaze, thenKaden’s. My heart pounded and I turned my head to look back at Professor Hale.

“You.”

The room fell into silence, and Logan’s eyes danced with undeniable mischief. Maybe even a hint of pride.

“I’ll see you on Monday, Dakota.” He let go of me entirely, and my knees nearly buckled without his support. I loweredmy gaze, heading to the door before slipping between Professor Madden andKaden, exiting the classroom.

I left with my heart racing and an unhealthy amount of adrenaline coursing through my veins.

He’s my professor. I shouldn’t feel this way.But I do.

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