Page 29 of Silk Sheets

His lips brushed over my ear as he spoke. “Don’t get smart with me.”

My exhale was sharp. “Five.”

He placed a tender kiss on my temple, slipping his hand between my thighs. I sucked in a quick breath, feeling his fingers glide over my soaking entrance, making my legs feel weaker.

He pulled my arousal up and over my clit, applying the slightest amount of pressure and I pushed my ass back harder against him.

“You’re so goddamnneedy,” he lowered his tone, and ran his tongue over the shell of my ear, making me grind my ass against his hard erection.

My breath caught in my throat. “Please.”

“Girls who don’t obey the rules, don’t get to come, Dakota,” he reminded me, and I could kick myself.

He kissed my ear before standing up straight and pulling my skirt back down. He untied my wrists and helped me to my feet. I stood with my chest rising and falling.

I couldn’t stop the disapproving scowl that took over my face as I turned to face him. He gently cupped my face in both of his hands, forcing me to meet his stern eyes.

“Are you going to be late for class again?”

I swallowed my pride. “No,sir.”

“Atta girl.” His lips pressed against my forehead with a gentle kiss and I closed my eyes, basking in the comfort he brought me. He pulled back, meeting my eyes once again.

His warmth had vanished, and an unsettling feeling settled between us. His eyes flickered with a revulsion.He just realised what he did.“You should leave,” he stepped back but I stepped forward.

“Don’t do that,” my chest tightened and he averted eye contact. “Don’t pull away from me,” I grabbed his wrists but he moved away from me.

“Dakota, you’re my—”

“No, don’t say it,” I hurried closer to him. I wanted to touch him, but I didn’t know how. “Logan, we’ve already crossed so many lines, please don’t do this.”

A devastatingly slow beat passed, and he met my gaze. “I’ll see you tomorrow in class.” With that he headed for the door, opening it.

Fighting the bubbling rage I grabbed my bag. “Fine,” I murmured under my breath, brushing past him as I exited his classroom without looking back.

* * *

“What. Is. Happening?” Daisy leaned over to whisper to Solace as I approached them at our usual lunch spot on campus. Solace’s brows shot up in surprise when she saw me, and I suppressed a groan, plopping down in front of them.

“Early midlife crisis?” Solace murmured out of the side of her mouth.

I snapped my head in their direction. “I can hear you. Both of you.”

Solace locked her hands together on the table, leaning forward. “Good. A, why do you look like that? And B, what the hell are you wearing?”

I hadn’t thought up a lie as to why I was wearing Asher’s denim shorts that ended past my knees. I looked ridiculous. But, nonetheless, I was appreciative that he had them lying in the trunk of his car. I don’t think my ass would survive another spanking from Logan because I didn’t listen to him. So, I sat in front of my two best friends and mustered up the best lie I could think of.

“I spilled something on my skirt and Asher had a pair of shorts in his car.”

In pure suspicion, they knowingly shot each other a glance.

“What?” my eyes darted between the two of them and they hesitated. “Spit it out.”

“Are you sure it’snotbecause professorDaddythought your skirt might be too short?” Solace grinned.

Daisy drew her brows together in fake pleasure, opened her mouth and started moaning Logan’s name repeatedly and my eyes grew wide in shock.

She then tilted her head side to side, wiggling her tongue in an attempt to mimic kissing someone and my hand flew to my mouth.