Page 112 of Teacher's Pet

I’d put distance between me and Ana, let Roman’s visit serve as the reminder it was meant to be.

If I were smart, I would have never touched her in the first place.

But I’m not.

Because watching him leave this room so smug, so sure of himself, like he didn’t just fucking rattle my entire world, makes me want one thing and one thing only.

Her.

Close enough to erase every trace of him from my mind.

She listens when I tell her to come here, little resistance in her steps, and my eyes rake over her greedily.

Those tight black leggings, the oversized shirt slipping just enough to tease what’s underneath. Her breasts bounce as she moves... no bra. She knows exactly what she’s doing to me.

She knows exactly how many marks I left on her. And all I can think about is how fucking sweet she tasted against my tongue.

I shouldn’t have snapped at her when she touched my scars.

It was weak. Cowardly.

The kind of mistake I don’t make. Sitting there, exposed, letting her see that part of me, that was bad enough. But letting her think, even for a second, that I’m anything less than unbreakable?

Unforgivable.

Scars mean pain.

Pain someone else inflicted.

Pain I allowed someone else to inflict.

No one should see that part of me. No one should get even a glimpse of the past I carry like a weight on my back.

Especially not Ana.

She should feel one thing, satisfied. Nothing more.

Her prying into my personal life? That’s a line I refuse to cross. The more she knows, the more reason she’ll have to run. And if she runs, I won’t chase her. I can’t.

This thing between us, selfish, reckless and fucking stupid in every possible way, should have never started. But it did. And now, no matter how much sense tells me to stop, I won’t.

Because those moments with her? They’re mine.

She is mine.

And I’ll keep her as far from my fucked-up life as I can for as long as I can.

The last thing I need is for my family to catch wind of her.

The last thing I need is Walker watching my every move, waiting for me to slip, dragging her down with me when I do.

But right now, none of that matters.

Gripping her thighs, I yank her forward, swallowing her surprised yelp as she lands exactly where I want her. Straddling my lap, pressing her beautiful cunt against the ache that’s been building in me since the second I walked in.

Her hands clutch my shoulders, but her eyes flick to the door, still rattled after Roman’s intrusion.

That won’t do.

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