Page 49 of Hello Kitten

I flop back in bed. It would be so easy if he was only good in bed. Maybe if he burns all the food and we have nothing to talkabout then it willjustbe sex and we’ll both realize it and can let it go bit by bit.

Afterall, he’s not the only guy in the world who’s made me come.

“Staying in?” I confirm.

“All night, kitten. You already know where I live ... unless you’d rather me work on a Saturday so we can have a long thorough talk in my office about what has you distracted in class,” he says in a sultry voice.

“Saturday,” I mumble. “Your house.”

twenty-two

Igo through outfits on Saturday, trying to find something that’s sexy and cute. The kind of thing I’d wear to a date. I managed to skip out on a frat party last night, despite it making Beth suspicious.

But now that she’s seeing me look through clothes, she rolls her eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me you had a date tonight?”

“I didn’t think you’d approve of my Tinder date,” I dismiss.

“It could be worse. As long as you’re not hung up on our teacher, I’m happy,” she says lightly. “Also, you should go with a deeper lip color, a smokey eye, and a sweater dress. Knee high boots will make it sexy and cute at the same time. Like, no promise of sex, but still attractive.”

I chuckle. “Definitely trying to get some,” I joke and put on some lingerie under my dress. Once I’m all set to go, I promise to text her if I need anything and otherwise I’ll be back in the morning. Beth tells me to have fun and to disappoint my parents, which makes me laugh.

My mom would definitely be disappointed by me fucking my professor.

I don’t let my mind wonder, not daring to let the bad thought screw me again and focus on what I do have. Because I don’t know if I ever want him to stop touching me.

As I drive up his driveway, I notice the garage door is open and park inside. With one last breath, I turn off the car and get out. Ready for my time with Adrian.

A soft knock on his door is all it takes for him to open. As my eyes find his, a smile spreads on his face and I can’t stop the one that spreads on mine.

“Well, chef. I’d like something spicy. I meanreallyhot,” I order as I look over the apron he’s wearing. “And some wine.”

“I’ll need to see your I.D. if you want wine,” he says with a slight smile. “And the menu is pre-planned.”

“Sounds like I might be disappointed then,” I sass and his gaze darkens.

He grips my shoulders, pushes me against the door and claims my lips as he tangles his fingers in my hair. When he draws back, he takes off his apron, tosses it to the side, then pulls me closer to kiss me again.

“That note you left on Friday,” he growls between kisses.

“Oh, that little memo?” I ask demurely.

“I had to stay sitting through the whole class.” He grabs my ass, dragging me against him.

“I wasn’t that mean. I spread my legs to show you it was true,” I pant. “I didn’t wear underwear since I know how much you prefer me without panties.”

Groaning, he forces me to my knees. “I’ve been hard since then. It doesn’t matter how much I jerk off, kitten. I think of you without panties, and then I think of your ass red under my hand, my tie around your wrists ...”

“And here I am, entirely dressed with my hands free.” I wave my fingers at him.

“Very easy to fix, kitten. You’re going to eat your appetizer and lucky for you…” he undoes his belt and pulls it through all the loops in one go. “You don’t need hands.”

“Professor, don’t you—”

He grabs my wrists when I try to brace on his thighs to pull myself up and loops the belt into cuffs. He puts them around my wrists and tightens, making me gasp. With one hand on the belt, he jerks me forward, drops his pants, showing his waiting cock.

“Fill your mouth with my cock if you want dinner. Make me come if you want wine,” he orders.

I lick over my bottom lip, then slowly look him over, taking in the fact his shirt isn’t buttoned at all, showing off his carved body. When I get to his eyes, I grin slowly and whisper, “make me.”

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