Page 67 of Don't Fall For Your Best Friend

“Remember the munch? Your outfit, and they were talking about role-playing. You as the naughty student and me as the mean professor.” He actually blushes and it causes my heart to nearly explode in my chest. It’s beating so fast. He wraps his arms around my waist and tugs me closer. “I can’t stop thinking about that.”

My eyes widen. “You’re in luck. I brought the plaid skirt. It’s in my bag.”

“Oh, thank god. Go get dressed and I’ll set up the living room as my classroom.”

I rush to Paxton’s room and find my plaid skirt to play the part of the naughty student. I smile at the thought of being a brat for Paxton. Will he spank me?

Or worse?

I’m not into pain, but if Paxton’s the one administering it, it might be okay.

I don’t have the fishnet stockings, but I have a white halter top that goes perfectly with the skirt. I rush into the ensuite bathroom and pull my hair into two ponytails.

“Don’t laugh,” Paxton says as I walk into the living room. He’s standing in front of a whiteboard with Professor Atwood written in blue EXPO marker. Instantly, I get turned on. “I had this whiteboard in the closet because we were using it for beer ideas one night during a brainstorming session.”

“Sounds so serious,” I say, walking further into the living room.

He’s moved the desk, which is normally pushed into the corner of his living room, into the middle of the room, right in front of the whiteboard. If you squint your eyes, it looks like a small classroom. Well, a classroom for one student.

“It was serious. We came up with a lot of beer ideas before we got drunk and ended up wrestling around instead. It’s how that lamp you gave me for Christmas one year got broken.”

“You said you accidentally knocked it over when a crazy cat rushed into your apartment when you were bringing home groceries.”

He rubs at the back of his neck. “Busted. Yeah, it broke from drinking too much with my brothers.”

I twirl my hair as I stare at him. “Will you ever grow up, Professor Atwood?”

He sucks in a breath. “Damn, I might have to rethink my career choices because I like you calling me that.”

I give him a pouty look and bat my lashes at him. “Professor Atwood,” I say in a breathy whisper.

“Fuck,” he growls out, closing his eyes. His eyes snap back open and roam over my body. “You look hot as fuck in that skirt. It’s my most favorite thing.” He points to the chair. “Sit down and get ready for your lesson.”

I lean into my role and push him a bit. “What if I don’t want to sit down? What if I don’t want any lesson at all?”

Paxton looks shocked by my words but recovers nicely. He inches closer. “Then I will have to bend you over the desk and punish you.”

My body tightens into a knot of desire. “Punish me how?” I ask, still in a sexy pout. I bat my long lashes once again.

Paxton breaks character to say, “You’re turning me on so badly, Hart.”

“Professor Atwood, you could lose your job for saying something like that.” I take a seat in the chair and gaze up at him.

He cracks his neck to the side. “Well, I wouldn’t be at risk of losing my job if you weren’t so fucking tempting.”

“It’s not my fault.” I’m loving this. Loving the way Paxton’s green eyes darken when he looks at me.

“It is your fault, and that’s why I’m going to punish you. Stand.”

I lift a brow. “What if I say no?”

He plants both palms on my desk and leans over, almost nose to nose. “We can do this the hard way, or the easy way. But I suggest you do as I say. Lean over the desk and get your ass in the air, so I can spank you for being the naughtiest student in the history of students.”

I choke down a gasp, even though I’m utterly turned on. Every cell in my body hums with arousal. “What if I want it the hard way?” I ask, drawing out the word hard.

His eyes flare with lust. “Oh, believe me, Hart, I’ve been hard for you all day.”

Now it’s my turn to break character. “Really?”

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