Page 51 of Teacher's Pet

I don’t care when the women I fuck move on to other men. It’s never mattered before.

So why-

"There she is!" Walker’s voice grates against my nerves, yanking me back to the present.

His arms wrap around Ana, hands roaming far too freely.

Then he grabs her ass.

Hard.

She yelps, immediately swatting his hand away.

A white-hot surge of rage pulses through me. The only thing keeping me from marching out there, from yanking Ana into my apartment and keeping her where she belongs, is the fact that my erection is still painfully obvious.

"Walker-"

"Look at this dress," he cuts her off, tone laced with drunken arrogance.

I shift my gaze. Ana’s friends stand nearby, their expressions mirroring her discomfort.

Odd.

She seemed to love his hands all over her in my classroom.

But now? She looks disgusted.

"Are you drunk already?" Ana crosses her arms, fire flickering behind her sharp eyes. That no-bullshit attitude only makes me want her more.

I’d love for her to try and tell me off with my face buried between her thighs.

The things I would do to taste her, to pull that sweet release from her lips while she’s gasping, begging me to stop, only to not stop at all.

"I’ve had a few beers," Walker groans. "But seriously, come inside-"

His head tilts toward my door.

I shut it instantly.

Fuck.

The last thing I need is for him to realize I was watching. After our last conversation, his suspicions about my infatuation with Ana are already brewing. The last thing I need is to hand him more ammunition.

Pressing my forehead against the door, I listen as the hallway noise fades. My breaths are shallow, my body wound tight.

I need to calm the fuck down.

Rationalizing while drinking has never been my strong suit. The second alcohol takes over, logic ceases to exist.

And then-

"Noah."

Her voice.

Soft. Searching.

I freeze.

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