Page 106 of Forbidden Lessons

Where the hell did that voice come from?

“Alexa, turn on all the lights.”

I squint as white light washes over my bedroom.

There’s no one here.

Just me and…

Haven.

She sits up, throwing a hand over her forehead to shield her eyes.

“What are you doing?” she mumbles groggily. When she sees me so close to her, she scrambles up, blinking rapidly as if to force her mind awake. “Professor Rooke?” There’s panic in her voice, a sudden pallor to her cheeks.

I stand, running a hand through my hair. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you. You were talking in your sleep.”

She gives me a slow scan, her eyes sticking on my bare chest. “Oh,” she says, dragging the sheets that had pooled in her lap up to her throat. “What did I say?”

I let out a dry chuckle. “I don’t think you want to know.”

Her cheeks flush.

I run a thumb behind the elastic of my sweatpants. “You need anything? Water? More pain pills?”

She shakes her head. “I’m good, thanks.” Hesitant at first, her body relaxes as she settles down on my bed again. “Sorry that I woke you.”

“I’ll survive.” I smile at her as I turn to leave. “Alexa, turn off the lights.”

I hear her whisper, “That’s so cool,” before I’m out of earshot.

I collapse on the sofa, elbows on my knees as I put my hands in my face.

Her scent is all over my hands.

Which is fucking impossible, because none of that shit just happened.

I gave her ibuprofen, not a tranquilizer. I never licked her wounds. I tucked her in and came to sleep on the couch.

My dream ended in a sleepwalking episode, something that’s plagued me since childhood. I woke up standing next to the bed.

Everything before that happened in my sick, twisted mind.

A perverted fantasy. One of many.

They always end before I come.

Which is why I fall back on the sofa, drag my fingers over my nose, lips, and chin, and tug my cock out of my pants so I can jerk off to a visceral replay of the things I just fantasized doing to that sweet girl.

Chapter 30

Kai

“Fuck, bro, at least open a window.”

I blink at Ezra through the haze of smoke between me and the door. His dark green eyes narrow when I just stay parked on my ass on the floor of my dorm room, then he charges across the room and throws open my window.

Sweet, skunky weed smoke flees my room like civilians after a week-long hostage situation finally ends in the cops gunning down their kidnappers.

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