I nod. I don’t know what to say because I don’t want to ruin it, so I don’t say anything at all.
“I’m the guy who tried to rescue you. Your boss. But you didn’t need any rescuing. I did. Which is what you did … over and over again … you saved my ass. You still do. And my brother would say I was a fool if I didn’t make you my girl for real.”
His brother howls like a wolf at the moonlight, and everyone laughs, breaking the tension.
“So now I’m going to make it even harder for you to run.” He winks. “In full TJ Morrows’s style, I’m sexier than you know … and I don’t ever wanna let you go.”
I laugh at the cheesiness, but it’s exactly what I imagined he’d say.
Still, nothing prepares me for the moment he turns around and whistles … and both Pepper and Dozer appear from behind the pack of people. I cover my mouth in shock as I see them tied to each other by a thin ribbon and a box dangling at the bottom.
“Hey, Pep!” I say with a high voice, pushing the tears back.
The dogs both sit down in front of TJ, and he takes the ribbon with the box off them. Flynn whistles, calling the dogs back, and takes care of them while TJ focuses his attention on me.
“So I’m going to ask you for real now.” The box opens and a shining diamond ring prettier than anything I’ve ever seen, prettier than anything I could ever afford, appears. “Will you marry me?”
I smile. I don’t know what to say except what my heart has been wanting to scream all along.
“Yes!” I say, my voice softer than I expected it to be. It’s the nerves. Happens every time something this insane, this romantic happens. Except it normally happens to other people, friends, or on the television. But now it’s happening to me.
He puts the ring on my finger, and I watch it glimmer and shine, my eyes totally distracted by its size. “Now let’s fix that memory, shall we?” he muses, and I have no idea what he’s talking about.
He reaches for my waist, pulls me up from the bench … and runs straight to the water.
“What are you doing?” I scream.
Everyone behind us is cheering like they were expecting this.
Too late to jump. He’s already dunked both of us in the water with a big howl.
I splash around and splutter out the water as I come up for air. His hands slither their way up my body, and I squeal when he lifts me into his arms.
“Hi, gorgeous,” he murmurs, wiggling his eyebrows.
“Oh, my god, you insufferable douchebag,” I say.
“What’s worse is that you’re marrying him,” he replies, the left side of his lips curling into a smile when he sees my scrunched-up face. “And it only makes me love you more.”
“You really had to go and do that?”
“Yeah … so I can finally be the knight in shining armor and save you from the water. Like I should have all along.”
I roll my eyes at him, but the moment I open my mouth, I’m interrupted by him and his mouth. All over me. And all I hear are the cheering people behind us and his moans as he claims me for himself.
“Hmm, goddamn … such a nice piece of woman,” he groans, making me grin. “And now she’s finally mine.”
“Oh, shut up and kiss me,” I growl, grabbing his face to kiss him back.
“Your wish is my command,” he jokes, licking my top lip. “Mrs. Lesley Morrows …” He pauses. “How does it sound?”
I close my eyes as I feel his hot breath on my skin, wondering if anything could be better than this.
Months ago, I would never have dreamed to meet a guy like him in the way that I did, let alone actually like him … but now that I have, I can say I don’t regret a second of it.
Not him. Not Pepper. Not the soaking wet chase. Or the hiding underneath the desk. Not any of it.
All I can do is say, “I can get used to this.”
“To what? Me? The name? Or being dripping wet?” He wiggles his eyebrows again while biting his lip.
I grin and reply, “All of the above.”
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My name is Thomas and I’m always hard.
No really, that’s my last name. Thomas Hard, the pleasure is all mine … literally.
I can’t help it that my name suits me well.
You know what else suits me well? That girl sitting across the bar, with her lips right where I tell them to be. I want her, and when I want something, it’s gonna be mine.
One night. No names. No phone numbers. Just me, her, and pure pleasure.
Except, that one girl turns out to be the biggest mistake of my life.
Why?
Because I broke my cardinal rule …
Never bang a student.
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Hailey
When I open the door and peek inside, the seats are completely empty. Fuck. I’m too late.
“Come in.”
My ears perk up at the sound of his voice, and I push the door open farther.
Thomas spins his chair around and greets me with a warm, seductive smile. “Hailey. How nice of you to come.”
He puts so much emphasis on that last word that it makes me quiver in place.
I swallow away the nerves and walk inside.
He picks up a pencil and starts to play with it, casually flipping it between two fingers, his eyes completely focused on me. I struggle not to blush from his blatant stare as I stand in front of his desk, waiting for him to tell me how I broke the rules.
“So … you’re finally here,” he muses, as if he wants to rub it in.
I cock my head and take a deep breath, but I don’t respond.
“What made you come?”
Again, that emphasis … it’s as if he wants me to think about other dirtier things. “You told me to come.”
“Yes. Where you should’ve been for about an hour or two. Class is over now. You missed it.”
“Guess so. Sorry.” I shrug.
“No, you’re not,” he says, narrowing his eyes. “And still, you came back. Why?”
I rub my lips together. “I don’t know.”
“You … wanted to come back.”
“Not really.”
“Yes, you did. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have. The power of persuasion.” He smirks. “You came back because I told you to.” He leans back in his chair, one leg over the other.
“I came back because I know I should’ve been here.”
“But you only came back after I told you to. You felt like you needed to listen to me.”
I frown. “Where are you going with this?”
He smiles and then scoots back his chair and gets up. “Nowhere.”
God, he’s playing me. Again.
“Okay, just give it to me straight,” I say.
“Oh, I will …” he muses, placing the pencil on the desk.
“What do you want from me? No games.”
“I’m not playing games. If I were, you’d know.” He circles around his desk, inching closer to me.
I don’t even dare blink; afraid he’ll be right behind me and pounce me on the desk.
I’m not afraid of him or what he can do. I’m afraid of my own resistance because I have none when it comes to him.
“You skipped class today. Again,” he says. “I told you not to do that. So why did you? Do you like getting under my skin?”
He paces behind me while I keep staring ahead, not wanting to look at him … Because every time I do, I feel weak in the knees.
“Do you dislike my classes? Think you can’t learn anything? Or are you just not interested?”
“None of those.”
“Then what?”
It’s almost as if he’s genuinely curious. Like he really cares what I think.
But why would he … he’s my professor, and I’m his student. That’s all, right?
Because he said that’s all we were … or all we should be.
And professors don’t care about their student’s interest the way he cares about mine.
I’m almost inclined to answer him, but when I think back to this morning, I remember the car and the woman who drove him to work. I can’t help but wonder …
“This morning … I saw you step out of a car. A woman was driving.”
“Oh …” He smiles briefly as I turn my head. “So that’s what this is all about.”
I don’t say a word. I’m not going to reveal my feelings to him.
Suddenly, I feel his fingers on my neck again, and his lips are so close to my ear I stop breathing for a second. “You’re jealous.”
“I’m not,” I retort.
“It’s okay … You don’t have to worry about her,” he whispers in my ear.
His fingers snake down my neck, my shoulders, and my entire back, leaving goose bumps everywhere until they rest on my waist. His body towers behind me, and I can’t help but lean back into his grasp as he holds me.
“But you broke my rules, Hailey. You didn’t come to class, even when I told you to. Do you understand what that means?”
I nod slowly. Not because I know what it means, but because I want to know.
“I’m going to teach you my rules,” he whispers, and his tongue briefly darts out to lick my earlobe, sending waves of heat down my body.
Then he steps back, leaving the air thick with desire.
Before I can glance over my shoulder, his commanding voice takes over.
“Bend over.”
I hesitate.
Three seconds.
That’s all it takes for me to actually go through with it.
My body leans over on its own while my brain shouts at me. What am I doing? Why am I doing this?
“Lower. Facedown on the desk.”
I don’t know why, but I listen.
With my head and tits on the desk, I suck in a breath, awaiting the next move.
I’m insane. Lost my fucking mind.
His hand gently pets my back, gliding down until he’s on my ass … where he grasps me firmly, squeezing tight. I hiss, biting my lip. Memories of our night together resurface, my panties getting wet with just his touch.
“You tempt me too much, Hailey …” he murmurs with a deliciously low voice.
His hand skims down my skirt and roughly shoves it up, pulling it over my back.
I freeze.
What the fuck.
What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck?
I shiver as his hand travels over my panties and across my ass, and my heart beat shoots through the roof. This is crazy. We’re in a room that can’t be locked. Anyone could come in at any time. Anyone could see us.
And still, I don’t stop him.
I don’t say no.
And I don’t want to.
But then his hand comes down on my ass.
Hard.
“You make me do bad … bad things, Hailey.”
Again.
I slam my lips together to prevent any sound from spilling out.
His hand is rough and ruthless as it spanks my ass again and again.
One after the other until both my cheeks zing with red-hot pain.
My body bucks against the table each time his hand strikes my ass. It hurts, but not enough to make me cry. Enough to make my legs shake with desire, though.
It’s sick, completely twisted, yet I still don’t want to tell him to stop.
Maybe I just don’t want to give him the satisfaction of winning our argument. Or maybe I’m willing to take whatever he’s willing to give.
“You have such a nice ass …” he says softly, rubbing my painful ass with his flat hand. Every movement makes me twitch with excitement. “It should be cherished. Especially when red. Has anyone ever told you that before?”
I shake my head.
He fists my hair and pulls my head back enough for me to gasp. “Answer when I ask you a question.”
“No,” I say.
“It’s Sir for you, Hailey.” He grabs my ass again, this time even harder than before. “Say it again.”
“No, Sir.”
I moan out loud when he smacks me again.
“Good girl.” I can almost hear the smile in his voice.
I expect him to spank me some more, but his fingers are so gentle on my skin that it makes me relax. My muscles unwind from all the tension, but my pussy is thumping so hard I can feel it through my entire body.
When his hand disappears, I’m left struggling to breathe.
After a while, I look back over my shoulder.
He’s not even there anymore. He’s standing at another table, gathering pieces of paper and putting them in a stack.
Confused, I stand up again and pull my skirt back down. He doesn’t look at me, which surprises me, after what he just did.
Jesus Christ.
I can’t even think about it straight.
What just happened here?
I step back slowly, trying not to make a sound. As I turn, my eyes search the room, hoping I don’t find anyone who has been sneaking a peek. Luckily, I don’t see anything but a door, to which I immediately start to walk.
Right before I open the door, his voice booms once more through the room, reminding me who’s in charge. “I’ll see you Monday, Hailey. Don’t be late.”
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Maybell Fairweather was the girl of my dreams.
Always smiling brightly, she kept going, despite the names her classmates called her behind her back.
She was full of curiosity and independence, the extent of which I could only be jealous of. Even though she had all odds stacked against her, she knew what she wanted from life and pursued it, no matter the cost.
She was completely my opposite in every way.
Perfect, even though she couldn’t see it.
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Clarissa Wild is a New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author, best known for the dark Romance novel Mr. X. Her novels include the Fierce Series, the Delirious Series, the Stalker Duology, Twenty-One (21), Ultimate Sin, Viktor, Bad Teacher, RUIN, the Indecent Games Series, and FATHER. She is also a writer of various erotic romances. She is an avid reader and writer of sexy stories abo
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