Page 20 of Before He Was Her Headmaster

“No?” He glances at his watch, then glances up.

The lights blink out.

His voice rumbles toward me again, this time in the dark. “Maybe I’m here to tell you the library is closing.”

My pulse jumps as he tugs me deeper into the stacks and presses his hand over my mouth. My eyes go wide. Not that he can see that. We can’t see anything.

We’re all alone in the dark, and he’s gently pressing me up against a hard, wooden bookshelf.

He groans my name as my eyes adjust to the darkness, finding his face hovering above mine. I smile. “Is this about the essay?”

“It can be. It can also be about the fact you didn’t eat, and curfew is in half an hour.”

“Oooh, sounds like we don’t have a lot of time to cover all of those bases, so let me reassure you that I have an apple and some crackers back in my room and jump right to my essay.”

“Sure. The essay.” He clears his throat. “It doesn’t exactly meet the brief of the creative writing assignment.”

“Really?” My pulse is dancing right now, a skittering flutter under my skin. “I thought it was pretty creative. The idea that you took my virginity that night. That some people would say that I’ve already had sex for the first time.” My breath brushes against his cheek. “With you. In a truck stop bathroom.”

“You can’t write that shit down.”

“I didn’t put it on the computer. I didn’t print it out. Your copy is the only copy.”

He groans again. “Why now?”

“Because it’s been a long, lonely month.” It’s the truth. “And you’re close enough to touch, but I’m not allowed to touch. It makes me sad.”

“We don’t always get what we want,” he points out.

Don’t I know it. “But you said you would spank me for not eating. I think that means that you care about what I need.”

“I do.” Two desperate, growled words.

I grin triumphantly. “Then you agree. Now that I know how good sex is—and we agree that we’ve already had sex, so to speak—it’s cruel to expect me to not have more of it. You don’t need to hold back, Sebastian. You’ve already taken my virginity. You just didn’t know it because you weren’t using the right terms.”

“That was your first time doinganything?”

“I was such a good girl before you shot your load between my legs, Sebastian.” I lick his cheek for good measure to show him I’m a bad girl now. To give him a taste of just how much he’s ruined me. “And now I want that all the time. It’s all I can think about when I’m supposed to be researching Sherlock Holmes re-tellings. I think about how hot the headmaster looks when I’m stroking his cock, and the sounds he makes when his come hits my bare pussy.”

“Jesus, Lily.” He huffs a frustrated laugh. “Yeah? That’s what you think about?”

“It’s terrible, I know.”

He brushes his knuckles against my cheek. “It’s not, though. You didn’t know who I was. We came into this as equals. We found each other and didn’t get enough to quench our needs.” His body tenses against mine. “I think about you all the time, too. And that is wrong.”

“Why is it wrong for you and not for me?” I know the answer, but I want him to say it. I want him to say it because I like it. Because I love this forbidden dynamic, but I also want to slay it.

All my life, I’ve bumped into stupid rules that have made no sense, and every time, they have knocked me down.

Not this time.

I am going to have Sebastian. I don’t care what the rules are. This time, I’m trusting my heart and doing what feels right.

“Because I’m a grown-up, entrusted with your care.”

I take his hand and guide it down to my waist, shivering as his fingers clench against my skin. I push his touch into my butt, forcing our hips together. “So take care of me.”

“There are rules, Lily.”

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