Page 54 of Teacher's Pet

She trembles.

Fucking perfect.

My fingers knead slowly, feeling the stiff peak of her nipple beneath the thin barrier of fabric.

A soft, involuntary gasp escapes her lips.

Smirking, I press closer, my grip tightening.

"Still want to pretend you don’t want this?" I murmur against her ear, letting my fingers tease, coax, own.

She exhales sharply, but she doesn’t answer.

She can’t.

Because we both know the truth.

"If I were to touch you right now, Ana," I murmur, my lips brushing against the shell of her ear. "How wet do you think your pretty cunt would be for me?"

Her breath catches, her body taut beneath my grip.

I tighten my hold on her breast, squeezing firmly.

A sharp gasp escapes her lips, her voice trembling.

"Noah, we’re in your doorway. Anyone could-"

"I know," I cut her off, my voice dark, unwavering. "Let them see. Let them all see how fucking naughty you really are, Anastasia."

I don’t give her time to protest.

My hand trails down, slipping beneath the hem of her dress, shoving the tight fabric up until it gathers at her waist. My fingers slide under the delicate waistband of her lace underwear.

"Lace?" I mock, my tone laced with amusement. "All for Walker?"

She scoffs, her voice dripping with defiance and something even more dangerous... seduction.

"For anyone," she purrs. "Thirty minutes ago I had my tongue down Megan’s throat. The night is still young. Perhaps one of Walker’s frat buddies would love to feel my la-"

Wrong answer.

My fingers slip lower, dipping into the heat between her thighs, cutting off her words in an instant.

Her entire body jolts.

The slick glide of her folds coats my fingertips as I stroke her gently, lazily, teasingly. The moment my thumb brushes over her swollen clit, she sucks in a sharp breath, her entire frame trembling against mine.

She’s melting.

Melting for me, right here, in this open doorway.

Anyone could step out. Anyone could see.

Yet instead of pulling away, she clings to me, her nails digging into my arm, her grip tight as she fights against the moans threatening to spill from her lips.

"What were you saying, Ana?" I murmur, my fingers working slow, precise circles over her sensitive bud.

Her head lolls back against my shoulder, her breath uneven.

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