Page 5 of Bait

“Doing anything fun?

I shake my head before I glance up at him, a smile teasing my lips.

“Detention?”

He chuckles darkly, his blue eyes sparking blue fire at me.

“Not going out with friends after? A boyfriend?”

I shake my head again. “No boyfriend, actually,” I whisper.

“I know.”

I tremble at his voice, biting my lip harder as my hands toy with the hem of my skirt.

“And you’re sure there’s nothing else you want to tell me about? Or apologize for?”

I shake my head. “No, sir. I’m not sure what you mean—”

“I meanthese,” he growls deeply, pulling his desk drawer open and reaching in. And when he pulls his hand back out, my entirebodyblushes. Because there, in my gorgeous older professor’s hands, is my little white thong with the pink lipstick hearts on it—thevery onesI left in his desk that day.

I cringe, chewing hard on my lips a I shake my head, ready to deny it all out of sheer embarrassment.

“Sir, I—”

“Yours, aren’t they?”

I blush even brighter, cringing under his deep, brooding eye.

“No,” I whisper.

“No?” He smiles thinly, his eyes blazing

“I think theyare. And I’m wondering why you left them in my desk drawer.”

I cringe, biting my lip and looking down as my toe scuffs at the floor. Somehow, my fantasy never went here. In my fantasy, he found them, and then somehow, we’re just kissing. There’s never been the consideration that him finding them would make him angry like this.

“I—they’re not mine,” I blurt out.

Oliver looks at me fiercely, clearing his throat.

“Ahh, my mistake, then,” he says quietly, gently fingering the panties in his hand.

“So, since they’re not yours, you don’t mind that I took them home.”

My eyes dart to his, going wide. I swallow, panting, my pulse racing.

Professor Bard stands, looming over me, and as he steps forward one step, I press back against the desk, trembling.

“Well?”

I shake my head. “No, sir,” I whisper.

“And since they aren’t yours, you don’t mind that Ismelled them, then.”

I gasp quietly.

“I couldsmellsweet little pussy on them, Ms. Penworth,” he growls, and I fuckingmeltagainst his desk as my pulse thunders through me. Because I know we’ve just crossed another line. Even pulling my freaking panties out of his drawer and teasing me was one thing. But my high school government professor saying the word “pussy” somehow makes the whole room feel a little warmer, and smaller, and the air between us heavier.

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