Page 53 of Teacher's Pet

"It wasn’t hard to piece together that you might be the reason for his shit attitude when I caught a glimpse of you," she hisses.

Her eyes betray her, flickering down my body before she forces them back to mine.

I lean lazily into the doorway, amused. "I’m sure you’d love to blame your fuck buddy’s shitty mood on me," I murmur, "but maybe you just have horrible taste in men."

Ana’s expression ignites.

Her finger presses into my bare torso, her eyes hot with rage. "Do you get a kick out of this?" she whispers, her voice shaking, not with fear, but with something far more dangerous.

I don’t flinch.

"Do you get a kick out of fucking with me?" she continues, voice lower now. "As if what you’re doing isn’t illegal-"

"Illegal?" My smirk sharpens. "Are you going to tell on me, Ana?"

She falters. The confidence flickers for just a second, and her hand drops.

I step forward.

Closer.

My fingers find the back of her neck, curling around her skin, tugging her just enough so that her body collides with mine.

She stiffens, but she doesn’t pull away.

Her breathing is shallow. Her resolve, cracking.

"Do you want to tell on me, Ana?" My voice is low, coaxing. My grip tightens just slightly. "Or do you love this just as much as I do?"

She glares, jaw tight, lips parted, her breath unsteady.

"Fuck you, Noah," she spits, but the words don’t land the way she wants them to.

"Still in denial?" I chuckle.

Then, without warning, I flip her around.

A sharp gasp escapes her as her back meets my chest, my arm curling around her front, locking her against me.

My hand slides up, finding the swell of her breast, fingers spreading over the soft curve as my lips hover near her ear.

She trembles.

The sound of her shaky breath, the way her body molds to mine, it thrills me.

I press my palm more firmly against her, fingers teasing the hardened peak beneath my touch, kneading slowly.

Ana shudders.

My lips barely graze her ear as I whisper, "Maybe we should test my little theory."

Pushing her harder against me, she squirms.

Her back molds to my chest, her breath hitching as my arm snakes around her front, locking her in place.

My hand finds her breast, molding over the soft curve, fingers spreading possessively. She shivers, her body betraying her, and the sound of her shaky exhale sends a dark thrill surging through me.

I bend lower, lips hovering just inches from her ear, my breath ghosting over her skin.

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