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“I’m always hard for you.” He wraps a hand around my wrist, looking into my eyes with a serious expression. “You remember your safe word, right?”

“Strawberry,” I whisper.

“If I hear you say it, I stop. You trust me, right?”

“You’re the only man I trust, Paxton.” And it’s true.

“Good.” And just like that, he slides back into the character of the mean, overbearing professor. He snatches me up from my chair and leans me over the desk. “You’re so fucking naughty for tempting me. I can’t stop thinking about you. You tempt me day and night. I think about you all the fucking time.”

I can’t see his face, because he’s standing behind me, so I don’t know how much of what he’s saying he truly means. I’m sure he’s just playing the part.

I don’t say anything, unsure if I should.

He lifts my skirt, and the cool air hits my bare ass. “Fuck,” he hisses. “Where are your panties, Hartford?”

“I didn’t wear any to school today, Professor Atwood.”

He kneads my ass cheek with one hand. “Such a naughty girl. Do you like being naughty? Or do you want to be my good girl?”

I want to ask if I can select both options, but he doesn’t wait for me to respond before he’s saying, “I’m going to punish you for turning me on. For tempting me every day.” His voice sounds like he’s in physical pain. Like he can’t handle me tempting him. Like he’s been living with this temptation for years. God. He deserves an Oscar for his acting tonight.

Even if he’s playing a part, I want to believe it’s all true. That I have been tempting him for years. That he’s been living in this torture just like I have.

“I can’t help it,” I say. “I want you so much that I can’t help but tempt you.” I’m not lying here. And it feels good to tell him how I feel under the ruse of role-playing.

“All you ever had to do was ask me, Hartford,” he breathes out. “You know I’d never deny you anything. Not even my hard cock.”

Oh god. I’m so turned on. I twist and wiggle a little so I can relieve this ache growing between my thighs. In my core. Everywhere.

Paxton lets out a chuckle. “Are you trying to get off right now?”

“Yes. I need it,” I tell him, wishing more than anything he’d touch me right now. “Please,” I beg.

He just said he’d give me anything I wanted. And I want all of him now.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Paxton

I wasn’t lying when I told Hartford all she ever had to do was ask me for it. Even though we’re playing a part, nothing I’m saying to her is a lie. I’d never lie to her, and it makes me wonder if she’s telling the truth, or merely playing a part.

I push the thoughts away as I run my hand up her thigh. “Your begging makes my cock even harder, Hartford. Is that what you’re trying to do?”

“No, Professor Atwood, I just need you,” she says.

“Fuck,” I hiss, rubbing my hand on her ass. “You’ve been a bad girl, Miss Jamison.”

I don’t wait for a reply. I smack her ass. Not hard because I’m not sure what she can handle, but with enough force that she definitely feels the sting.

“Oh,” she says with surprise in her voice.

My fingers sink into her ass and I lean over her back, close to her ear. “You like that, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she breathes out.

A possessive growl escapes me and I move back, lifting my hand and smacking her much harder this time. Her back arches, but she moans, so I continue. I slap her ass over and over, harder and harder, rubbing out the sting each time.

“This is what happens when you tease and tempt me, Miss Jamison. When you’re forbidden, but you entice me to do things I shouldn’t do.” I bring my hand down again.

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