Page 25 of Forbidden Heroes

Rosalee had called it yesterday back in the pub and I didn’t want to listen.

“Since I have two weeks on my hands I’d like to go over my thesis. The professors were kind enough to entertain my hundreds of questions on the idea of global democracy and how it links to current foreign affairs between the allied countries.”

Dean Winslow’s eyes bounce between me and my professors a few seconds and I can tell in his reddened cheeks he’s on the verge of wanting to ask the question that could sink us all.

“Yeah that’s the bitch that assaulted me last night, Dean Winslow. Expel her or you’re gonna lose my dad’s large donations. And those professors, they’re the ones that gave me this black eye.”

And just like that the dean shifts his focus, and I have a sudden urge to hug Thomas. But not really. I mostly want to kick the jerk in the nuts. Repeatedly.

Beside me I can tell from the scrunched up expression of the men their thoughts run parallel to mine.

But when he sees Samuel cross his arms and Elliot come to stand behind me, Thomas’s face blanches like a white sheet.

“Ms. Kennedy, Mr. Cane has written up a report that states you attacked him last night and yes, mentions both you, Professor Elliot and Professor Samuel.”

“That’s a fucking lie—the little shit tried to force himself on Ms. Kennedy and she was left with no choice but to defend herself.”

“And when Thomas’s friends tried to move in, the professors came to my rescue.”

I take out my phone again and flick open the screen and pull up all the YouTube videos that have blown up overnight with thousands of views.

“See for yourself.”

It doesn’t take long for the dean the turn to a floundering Thomas who suddenly has nothing else to say.

“See that you finish up your questions and leave the professors to their work promptly, Ms. Kennedy. Professors, I’ll look for your written report of the incident right after spring break.”

“Yes, sir,” Elliot offers, shaking the man’s hand.

And just as fast as the interruption came, Dean Winslow and the squirrely little shit beside him were off, leaving me alone again with Elliot and Samuel.

Samuel closes the door and I sink into the chair, but I don’t have time to get comfortable. Elliot is jerking me into his arms and Samuel is flicking the lock.

Oh boy.

“That was smart thinking, baby.” Elliot kisses me lightly and Samuel pulls me in for a hug.

“I almost passed out. I really don’t know how I’m still standing.”

“You won’t be for long.”

Over top my head Elliot nods to his friend. “Let’s get her back to your place where it’s nice and quiet and give her that spanking.”

My mouth hinges open. I thought they had forgotten. Heat creeps into my cheeks and I can’t help the smile that pulls on my lips.

“She’s been naughty. Teased our cocks for nearly four years, walked the halls of this school in nothing but a coat, showing everyone what belongs to us.”

“Hardly anyone is here,” I argue, but no one is listening.

Samuel continues as if I hadn’t spoken. “Nearly got us fired and herself expelled.”

“Yep, I think that tight little ass of hers could use our hands against all that creamy flesh.”

“Oh God,” I whimper drenching my fresh panties. What have I stepped into?

A dream, I answer. A wonderful dream I never want to wake from.

Elliot wraps me in his arms and pulls me up for a quick kiss. “Let’s take you home, sweetheart.”

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