Page 8 of Cocky Professor

Nothing was ever that simple. Men like him didn't do deals like this without considerable thought and an agenda. Or two.

"I want to be by your side when you take over from your father," he said. "I want to help you to get the position and keep it. You'll have enemies. I have ways of keeping them at bay. People who have no love for the Brantley family. People who are loyal to me and people who are loyal to your father. They'll want to see the best person take his place.

"Because they'll want favours in return," I said.

"Of course they will," he agreed. "Favours we'll be in a position to give." He hopped off his desk and stepped closer to me.

"What makes you so sure?" I asked. "My father might pick Lila."

Dane gripped my chin between his thumb and forefinger and lifted me so I was looking up at him. "Then we do everything we can to make sure that doesn't happen. I have faith that we can pull this off." He cocked his head. "Do you?"

My skin was on fire where he touched me. His proximity made it harder to think straight. For a moment, I wondered if that was the point. If my sister was using him to get to me, it was working. He could easily get right under my skin. That was as dangerous as fuck, but if he meant what he said, we could be virtually unstoppable.

"I think we can," I said finally. "When you say you want to be by my side…"

"That's exactly what I meant," he said. He looked me right in the eyes as he leaned forward and brushed his lips over mine.

A bomb went off inside me. Blood roared through me like lava through a volcano. If a light touch like that made me want to erupt, and how would it feel if he touched me all over?

"I know you felt that too," he whispered. He ran the tip of his tongue over my lips.

By the time he pulled away, I was practically panting. I wanted to pull him back to me and feel his tongue between my legs.

Instead, I cleared my throat. "I'll think about it. I'm sure you'd be the first to advise me not to jump into anything rash. Like you said, people like us bide our time. Both of us want to be sure we make the proper decision, right?"

A look of irritation crossed his face, but it was gone quickly. Replaced by a careful smile.

"Of course," he said. "We certainly do. Any decisions we make could be…will be life changing for both of us. I promise you this. If you agree to this, all of my resources will be at your disposal."

"Including all your contacts within the Brotherhood?" I asked. I guessed that might be why Ryker Norris was in Dane's office. "The Brantley twins are also members."

"They're new members," Dane scoffed. "I've had years to build the right alliances. They're barely more than pledges. Another reason for you to choose me. For us to choose each other. I know you feel the attraction between us. We could set the world on fire."

He was certainly going to set my panties on fire.

"You're not going to suggest I become a filly, are you?" I asked, my tone desert dry. That was something I'd never consider doing. I wanted power in my own right, not to be someone's trophy.

I wasn't prepared for the reaction on Dane's face.

His eyes flashed with barely contained fury. His skin turned slightly pink. "I don't share my women."

His growl aroused me more than I already was. I'd never heard a man talk like that about me before. If I wasn't careful, I'd be fucking gone for this man. Once that happened, there would be no going back. Not for either of us.

"Who says I'm your woman?" I asked.

He stepped back to me and pressed the full length of his body against mine. He raised his hand to wrap his fingers around my throat, light but firm.

"You will be," he said softly. "As far as I'm concerned, you're mine. If I told you to get down on your knees and suck my cock, that's what I expect you to do." He increased the pressure on my throat. "Don't try to tell me you don't want that. I see it in your eyes that you do. You want me to tell you exactly what to do."

I wasn't sure I liked how right he was. Right now, whatever order he gave me, I'd do it immediately. I wouldn't even hate myself for it afterward. I wanted another taste of his lips. I wanted to taste his cock. I wanted to hear him groan as he fucked me.

"This isn't biding our time, sir." Somehow I managed to keep my voice even. My panties must be absolutely drenched by now. If he kept pressing against me the way he was, his quickly growing erection pressed against my side, I was going to jump in with both feet. Well, both breasts and my pussy.

"I don't care." He pressed his knee between my legs and raised it, parting my legs. He pushed it higher, his thigh against my core. Only fabric separated his leg from my clit.

I shivered with the sudden contact. The warm pressure made me want to grind myself on him.

"Tell me you don't want this. And if you can't, then be a good girl and come for me."

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