Page 24 of Forbidden Professor

“What if I dared you?” She asks, her eyes flashing.

She’s being such a brat. Teasing me. Taunting me. So sure of herself. But she’s young. She doesn’t realize she’s playing with fire. She doesn’t realize what happens to a man when you tease him like this.

“Eve, this is a dangerous game,” I warn her, my voice thick with lust.

She reaches down and grips my cock through my jeans and something in me snaps.

“I like danger —”

I haul her lithe body up against mine, silencing her with a kiss. She squeals and kisses me back, meeting my hunger with her own.

Wrapping my arms around her body, I pick her up. She’s ready for me, her thighs wrapping around my waist, climbing my torso like a tree.

God, she feels so fucking good pressed against my body. I can feel her pebbled nipples smashed against my chest and the heat of her pussy as it cradles my erection.

I pull back, breathing as heavily as if I had just run five miles.

Her eyes are turned up at me, half filled with shock, half filled with desire. A storm rages inside of me, a war between right and wrong playing out in my head.

It’s true. This is dangerous. Because once I start, I don’t know if I can stop.

Gently, I untangle myself from her, trying to pull air into my lungs.

“Kissing you gives me the most amazing buzz, Eve, but…we can’t do this. Not now. Not ever. I have to go.”

The look in her eyes cracks my heart wide open.

She’s so vulnerable and innocent. I know she’s playing a game, trying to act more mature than she is. But she doesn’t realize the impact of her behavior. It’s up to me to be the mature one.

But fuck, it’s the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.

I can’t face her for more than a few excruciating seconds, and still they feel like an eternity, the look in her eyes engraved on my brain, on my heart.

I turn and walk towards her door, leaving her staring behind me, hating myself with every step that carries me back to my house.

ChapterEleven

Eve

I stopat the top of the stairs, surveying the scene. This pop up bar is held in a big open space by the marina, in a place that is clearly normally occupied by the attached restaurant. Right now, both spaces are packed, from the bar to my left to the tables in the middle to the huge crowd of hip young people dancing out on the lawn while the DJ spins records, the music loudly pumping through the space. It’s getting hot as the sun sets over the ocean; the huge roll away windows are all rolled up to let the heat and fading sunlight in.

Everywhere I look, there are girls in bikinis and guys taking their shirts off to expose more skin.

“Vi…” I moan as she drags me down the stairs. I have to yell to make myself heard over the music. “This is every bit as cheesy as I thought it would be.”

Vi links arms with me, looking me up and down. “What, were you just going to study all night? You said yourself that your concentration was shot. So just relax. Enjoy a drink. Meet some people! You may actually have fun, if you let yourself, Eve!”

I pull a face. Vi grins and pushes further into the dense crowd, heading for the bar.

A waitress in a purple sarong and a pink bikini top wades through the crowd, carrying a big tray. “Do you want some Jello shots? They’re a buck each!”

She lowers her tray and shows us a selection of plastic ramekins, each filled with a different color of Jello. Orange, blue, green, and purple.

Vi stops, flashing me a grin. “We’ll take four!”

She hands the waitress cash and receives one of each flavor. I take the red and orange Jello from her, eyeing them suspiciously.

“I’ve never had one of these before.”

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