Page 94 of Teacher's Pet

And yet, here we are.

My thighs press tightly together, an ache already building between them.

I clear my throat, leaning against the doorframe, feigning a confidence that my trembling muscles betray.

"Morning, Professor." I smirk, my voice teasing. "Rough night?"

Noah turns slightly, just enough to glance at me over his shoulder.

His eyes are heavy-lidded, dark with exhaustion, yet still intense, smoldering.

Did he sleep at all?

Or did he spend the night thinking about me the way I spent it dreaming about him?

"You could say that," he murmurs, watching me like he’s already deciding what he’s going to do to me next.

Turning fully, he leans back against the counter, arms bracing the surface on either side, giving me a perfect, unobstructed view of him.

Shirtless.

Lined with my nail marks.

The remnants of last night are etched across his skin, proof of how he took me, ruined me, claimed me.

And fuck, he looks perfect like this.

A mess of curls, tousled and unruly. A sleepy smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

This is the kind of sight that could ruin a girl.

The kind of sight I could get used to.

"Something like that." His voice is dark, edged with something dangerous. "Now come here so I can get a good look at you in my shirt."

Taking slow, deliberate steps toward him, my eyes flick down to the obvious bulge forming in his pants.

"Is that all you want, Noah?" I murmur, my voice laced with challenge.

His lips twitch into a smirk. "I guess you'll find out, won’t you, Princess?"

Before I can say another word, his grip tightens on the front of my shirt, yanking me toward him.

A gasp leaves my lips just as he spins me around, pressing my front to the cold marble counter. The shock of it chills my bare skin, pebbling my already sensitive nipples against the smooth surface.

A shudder racks through me.

"After last night, pretty girl, I doubt your pussy could take my cock today," Noah murmurs, his hands running possessively over my ass.

The heat of his bulge presses against me, thick and hard even through the fabric of his pants.

"Or your ass, for that matter..." his breath is hot against my ear, "so I had to get creative."

Reaching around my face, he dangles something in front of me.

Bright pink, silicone, and slightly curved.

My stomach tightens.

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