Page 4 of Notorious Park Avenue Prince

“Andyouknow it isn’t empty.” I nipped at his ear and thrust my body hard against his. “Are you forgetting last week? Livingston’s empty lecture hall? Your hands braced against the podium?”

East’s low moan told me he hadn’t forgotten one forbidden second of that quick but satisfying encounter.

It’d been out of the norm for me, since I generally did everything I could to avoid making contact with East when we were within the halls of Astor. That day, however, much like today, he’d pushed my buttons, and he’d pushed themreallygoddamn hard.

One minute we’d been arguing over the fact that he and his “prince” buddies were an entitled bunch of brats who thought they could get away with everything, and the next, his pants had been around his ass and I’d come all over him.

It wasn’t one of my proudest moments, but knowing I’d be what he smelled like for the rest of the day gave me almost as much satisfaction as coming all over him in the first place.

East turned his head against the door as his fingers massaged my ass.“Then tell me who I have to kill to have you follow through.”

“King.”

East’s eyes glittered dangerously, but the leg between mine slowly slid back down to the floor. “Well, I always did like a challenge.”

I chuckled at his audacity as his hands dropped back to his sides and I took a step away from him. If there was one person in the school that people—East and his friends included—didn’t fuck with, it was the professor I TA’d for.Professor Kingston—or King, as he was known amongst the student body.

“Not even you are that stupid.”

“Thatstupid?” East arched his brow so high it all but hit his hairline. “Implying that there is some level of stupidity here?”

My eyes traveled from his leather loafers, up his immaculately tailored pants, to his slightly disheveled shirt and that ridiculous ascot. “I mean, youarewearing a maroon ascot to school.”

East pushed off the wall and straightened his shoulders, reaching up to fix said ascot. “The color is plum, and it doesn’t make me stupid. It makes me fashionable, distinguished?—”

“Or self-important? Maybe vain?”

“Perhaps.” East’s eyes lowered to my mouth. “But don’t tell me you’ve never imagined tying me up with it.”

“Well, I amnow.”

“You’re welcome.” He stepped aside and shooed me toward the door. “But you better hurry along—your professor’s waiting for you.”

He was right. Professor Kingston didn’t wait for anyone, and the last thing I wanted was to get on his bad side.“I’ll see you tonight at Nocturne?”

East inclined his head. “I’ll be there.”

I moved toward the door, willing my dick to calm down so I could step into the hall without making a public spectacle of myself. But damned if I wasn’t picturing his hands tied up with that stupid fucking scarf of his.

“Oh, and Zac?”

I glanced over my shoulder to see he was now stroking theplum-colored silk.

“I’ll be sure to wear this for you.”

So much for calming down.I let out a sigh and pulled open the door, forcing myself to think of anything but leaving temptation behind. We’d been doing this for months, sneaking around, usually outside of Astor, but never at each other’s places. That would be too personal, and this was just about sex.

Reallyfucking good sex. The kind that made me reckless and uncaring of getting busted.

Only I did care. I was two months from finishing my master’s, and it was a conflict of interest to be involved with a student, even if he was no longer under my direct instruction.

But we were careful…ish. I didn’t plan to get caught. I was just having f?—

“Good morning, Zac.” The sound of Professor Kingston’s gravelly baritone had me freezing mid-step.

Oh shit.

I slowly wheeled around to face him and prayed he wouldn’t notice my still-not-completely-calm dick.

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