Page 6 of Bait

“But of course, they’re not yours, right?”

I whimper as I shake my head, my mouth opening but no words coming.

“Ahh, I see,” he growls. “And so, it doesn’t matter to you that I took these little pussy-soaked bad girl panties and wrapped them tight around mycock, does it?”

Imoan, and it’s just there, hanging in the silence between us like neon sign. It just tumbles out, and once it’s out there, I know there’s no taking it back.

Professor Bard’s eyes blaze into me, holding my gaze as I stand there looking up at him, trembling with nervousness and need and aching for whatever comes next.

“I think you’re lying, Anastasia,” he growls quietly.

He moves closer, his hands going to either side of me, gripping the desk as he moves against me until his masculine scent surrounds me and the heat of his body teases against mine.

“So why don’t you tell me why you left your little panties in your professor’s drawer.”

“I—”

“Tell me,” he grunts.

“Because,” I whisper, panting.

“Yes?”

“Because I wanted you to… I mean… I wanted…”

“You wanted me to find them.”

I swallow, trembling, my eyes lowering to the floor and my face pulsing red. His hand comes up, and when I feel his fingers brush my chin, tilting my face up, I moan softly as I look up into his fierce blue eyes, burning right into me.

“Answer the question, Anastasia,” he purrs.

“Yes.”

I choke the word out, and his jaw tights, his eyes blazing blue fire

“Well,” he growls, moving closer, his hand cupping my jaw and my entire body shivering with aching need.

“Well, Idid. So, what are we going to do about it now?”

I rake my teeth over my trembling lip, looking up into his fierce, commanding gaze.

“Am—am I in trouble?” I whisper.

He grunts, his jaw clenching. And when he moves right against me, pinning my small body to the big desk pressed against my ass, I whimper.

“Yes, Ms. Penworth,” he growls lowly. His fingers trace my jaw until his hand his cupping my cheek, and a tremor teases down my spine.

“But something tells me, that’sexactlywhat you wanted.”

The move is both lightning fast and in slow motion—the blink of an eye and eternity. And yet, all I know is, one minute they’re not, and the next minute, his perfect soft lips are crushing fiercely to mine, and I’mkissingmy professor.

Hard.

I moan as he steals my breath away, kissing hungrily, and fiercely, anddemandingly. It’s a hard, crushing, bruising kiss, and my entire world spins around me as I completely lose myself in it. I moan, falling into him, my body arching into him like it’s been aching for the connection. He growls deeply, darkly, his hand cupping my face possessively as the other hand slides around to the small of my back, pulling me tight to him.

His tongue teases my lips, and when I turn my head a little and open my mouth for him, suddenly, he’s kissing me even fiercer. His tongue swirls with mine, his lips seared to mine, and his hands holding me like he’s never going to let me go.

This is wrong.

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