Page 27 of Silk Sheets

Clearing his throat, I watched him subtly roll his shoulders back, almost mentally gathering himself. He finished his sentence, looking everywherebutat me. I bit back a smile before crossing my legs.

I tried my best to listen intently, but with the pulsing between my legs not settling down, all I could think about was him pushing me up against the wall, stripping me naked and doing whatever the hell he wanted to me. Because Logan, fucking, Hale had that affect on me, and I’ll be dammed if I let someone else experience him the wayIwanted to.

As soon as he was done speaking, he sat down behind his desk and my cellphone vibrated on my desk.

Carefully and quietly— I turned it on, darting my eyes down to my screen. His name appeared and I clicked on it, swallowing hard at his text message.

Logan: Bring me your panties. Now.

I fought back a grin. Lowering my phone to my lap, I humorously texted back.

Me: My number is not for personal use.

Those were the exact words he first told me.

Logan:Now, Dakota.

His reply made my palms turn clammy around my cellphone and anxiety swirled in my stomach.Oh shit, he’s serious.

I looked up to see him place his cell phone on his desk. He leaned back in his chair, running his fingers up and down his jaw as our eyes locked.

I looked around and everyone seemed to be occupied with their work, and or the soft conversations they were having.

In an attempt to not draw too much attention, I made my way down— my legs feeling like jelly as I cast Logan a glance before slipping out of the classroom.

My heart pounded as I rushed to the bathroom. I placed one hand on the wall, using it for support as I slipped my panties down my legs. Mentally, I facepalmed myself.This is what you get for teasing your professor.

For what felt like hours, I was pondering on how to give it to him without being suspicious, but as expected, I drew a blank. I brushed my nerves off and took a deep breath in, desperately trying to ignore my racing heart.

“Fuck it,” I muttered, slipping them into my jackets pocket. Feeling like a bundle of nerves, I made my way back to class, slipping back inside.

Something fell to the floor behind me, and I heard Logan’s voice. “Miss King?” he said, and I turned around to see him sitting in the same position. He nodded towards his pen that had fallen and I rolled my eyes, steadily walking over to pick it up.

I crouched down next to his desk, dropping my panties on his lap before grabbing his pen and standing up straight. I slammed it onto his desk, forcing a smile.

He locked his hands together on his desk, leaning forward. “Now, have a seat and do that again,” he lowered his voice and my stomach dropped. I wanted to protest but the look in his eyes dared me to. It was evident this was a battle I’d lose.

Once again, Logan Hale reminded me that he’d always be in control. He nodded towards my desk and I turned around— walking away from him.

“Thank you, Miss King,” he called out from behind me.

I sat down, nervously spreading my thighs again and his eyes landed right between them. A bright flame consumed the need in his gaze, lighting up those sinfully hazel eyes, and I watched his clenched fist drop to his lap— most likely to feel my panties.

A look of pride washed over him before he shifted his eyes to his laptop, continuing to type away. It was as though a weight had been lifted off my chest, and finally, I could breathe.

I wiped my sweaty palms on my skirt as I crossed my legs, hoping no one saw anything.

Soon enough class ended, and Logan dismissed everyone.

“Good luck,” Solace whispered with a playful wink before leaving.

The last person to leave closed the door and I crossed my arms over my chest, strolling over to Logan’s desk.

“Yes, Professor Hale?” I asked, stepping between him and his desk, my knees grazing his. “You wanted to see me after class?” I rested my ass against the wooden structure, gripping the edge.

He leaned back in his chair, crossing his hands on his lap as he looked up at me. Unfortunately for me, my panties were nowhere to be seen.

“You can’t be late for every lesson, Dakota.”