Page 127 of Daddy's Wild Girl

Yep. There went her indigestion again. And her hand was aching at the thought ofhim. She stretched her fingers out.

“Who is he? Another student?”

“Ahh, no. That would make life a lot simpler.” She raised her gaze to his, needing to see his reaction. As bad as it might be. “It was my professor. My professor is the asshole.”

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Her professor?

What the hell? That was wrong on so many levels. What the fuck was a professor doing getting involved with a student? And what had he done to her?

He was in a position of power already . . . if he’d then tried to dominate her in the bedroom too . . .

“Your professor?”

“I know it was wrong and stupid, and saying I was young and vulnerable is no excuse.” She put her hands over her face as though hiding herself from him.

Did she think that he was blaming her?

Like fuck.

“Hey, look at me.” He tugged her hands away from her face. “I need you to look at me while I explain something.”

“You have so many rules,” she grumbled.

“Baby, I barely have any rules. If you were with Hayes, I bet your life would be rule after rule.”

She shuddered. “Hayes and I wouldn’t work together.”

“No,” he said, jealousy rearing its ugly head. Shit. He’d brought up Hayes and now was upset at the idea of the two of them together.

Get your head together, man.

Deep breath in. Let it out.

“Hey.” Her cool hands touched his face. “I’m not interested in Hayes. He’s like a grouchy older brother. A pain in the butt. I’m not attracted to him. I’m attracted to you.”

He let the last of that ridiculous jealousy fade away. “I know. Sorry, I’m being an idiot.”

“Yeah. You are.” She smiled.

“Hey. You don’t have to look so happy about it.” He tickled her sides until she giggled, screaming and wriggling around on his lap.

Shit. That probably wasn’t his brightest idea.

Corbin stopped tickling her, his cock now hard and aching. He eased her back slightly, so she sat farther down his legs.

“Is everything all right?” she asked breathlessly.

“Fine,” he replied in a strangled voice.

“You shouldn’t tickle me. I might have peed myself.”

“Well, you shouldn’t be happy about me being jealous.”

“Sorry, I wasn’t really. I know how twisted and dark jealousy can get.” She shuddered.

“Hey, I’m right here. Nothing is going to hurt you. And I wasn’t seriously jealous. I know you and Hayes aren’t interested in one another.”

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