Page 18 of Forbidden Heroes

And suddenly that’s all that matters. That she’s here and I can’t remember why wanting her is a bad idea.

Samuel shoulders around me at the sound of my surprise. “What are you doing here, sweetheart?”

She has my coat on and I like how she looks wearing something of mine. Too much, in fact. My head screams ours and my dick doesn’t help the situation at all.

“Getting a few things straight, Professors.”

Her flawless skin turns a sweet flush of pink and I find myself stepping inside the office and Sam closing and locking the door behind us.

Emberly bites her lip and crosses and uncrosses her legs. That’s when I see the red stilettoes. My coat rests high on her thigh and it’s impossible not to appreciate all that smooth creamy skin.

Did she come to school like that? Did anyone see her?

Last night confusion and worry conflicted in her expression but there was hunger there too. Today all that is gone. This girl is up to something. It’s etched into the straight line of her shoulders and the saucy tilt of her cherry red lips.

“Emberly?” I drawl and that’s when she does it.

Red-tipped nails untie the leather sash cinching my jacket around her waist. In the next instant black leather pools around her feet and my dick turns to granite behind the zipper of my jeans.

Emberly is standing in nothing but a red lacy—God, I hope a thong—and those heels. Absolutely nothing else.

She blushes a deep scarlet that matches her lingerie number and I think Samuel is about ready to pounce on the teasing little minx.

“I decided something last night as I watched the two of you drive away from me.”

“Fuck, Emberly, it’s not like we wanted to.”

She holds up a finger to silence Samuel and I smile when the little movement works.

She takes one step our way, then another. Each one slow and measured.

Her hips dip, sway and whatever else it is that a woman does to make a man lose his ability to form words. All I know is that each little flick acts like a draw on my cock. Precum slips from the swollen head to wet the inside of my boxers.

Holy shit. What has she done to me?

I inhale sharply. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Emberly.” She rests a palm on my chest and one on Samuel’s.

“That’s just it, Professor Elliot. Samuel. I’m done playing.” Never, Sam, I notice. She always goes for my friend’s full name, and I can see what it does to the man. She tilts her head up and flashes me a look that has my heart pumping harder.

“I want you. Both of you. Not some spring fling fuck fest either that I can pen all about in my journal. Not that I have one. But, that’s beside the point.” She glides her palms over our hearts, and I hold back a groan. “I know you feel what I feel.”

“Now you can take me here or we can go to your place or mine, but I’m tired of being alone. I thought this could be our little secret for now. Follow through with last night?”

The sad look that passes over her expression breaks my damn heart and the only thing that takes that particular sting away is to place my hand over hers.

“Do you know what you’re asking for? We’re not two frat boys you’re playing with.”

“I wouldn’t know what playing with a frat boy is like in or out of bed. I’ve never been attracted to young boys my age. What I want can’t be found with mere boys still trying to find their way in this cold world. I need men to teach me and fulfill my fantasies. I need both of you.”

Samuel clears his throat beside me, slipping a long strand of her loose hair behind an ear. “You never answered us last night. Is our sweet Emberly a virgin?”

She’s silent, then sighs quietly. “I’m a dick virgin, Professor. Does that count?”

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Emberly

Both men grin. “Dick virgin?”

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