Page 85 of Wicked Ends
“You do know that if I decided to touch you right now, birthday girl, that table wouldn’t save you.”
“Marcus. Behave,” I said as sternly as I could.
He closed his eyes and grinned like he was being tortured but liked it somehow. “Fuck, Ari… if you knew what that tone does to me, you wouldn’t dare use it here, right before a roomful of students come in…”
“Very funny. Stop now, please,” I dropped my voice.
He studied me and then sighed. “Okay, but only because you begged so sweetly. I’ll stop, but first, give me something to get through class.”
“Give you what?” I panicked.
He leaned farther back, planting his legs wide so his dick was clearly outlined in his shorts. He ran his gaze up and down me.
“A flash. Lady’s choice on the body part.”
“Marcus,” I warned, heat sparking in my blood. Why was this guy so infuriatingly distracting?And fun. I ignored that little voice. “We don’t have time for this.”
“Better hurry up then, baby.” He jerked his chin at me, daring me to comply.
Before I knew it, I had my hands on the hem of my skirt. I pulled it up on one side, baring my thigh. In the past, I might have hesitated at the thought of showing off my most hated body part. My thighs and I had a long and checkered history. Sometimes they felt like an enemy, but lately, that had faded away.
“Higher, I need to see lace,” he demanded.
Swallowing a thick knot of lust, I obliged.
He closed his eyes, his head tipping back like he was savoring something particularly delicious, before nodding.
A bang sounded at the top of the room, and the first students came in. They chattered loudly, going to their seats. I smoothed my skirt and turned away to hide my hot cheeks.
When I spun back, the class was nearly all settled, and Marcus was sitting, center, right in front of my desk, his dark eyes dancing with amusement. I cleared my throat and attempted to get the class’s attention.
The conversation barely dipped as the class chattered on.
A loud whistle cut through the noise and silenced the room.
Marcus took his fingers out of his mouth and nodded to me.
“We’re all yours, Professor,” he smirked wickedly.
It was going to be a long few months till the end of the term.
“So, what’s so important about tonight’s game? It’s not a decisive game,” I asked as I got out of Kenna’s car in the parking lot outside the ice rink.
It was busy already, but there were still a few staff spaces, and Kenna had no problem shoving her school parking pass on the dashboard and snagging one.
The Hellions’ stadium was all lit up, glowing in the evening darkness. A line of cars waited, the drivers trying their luck at finding a space, and crowds of fans drifted in the direction of the entrance.
We crossed the road, and a horn honked at us. I glanced over my shoulder. The driver of the visiting team’s bus waited impatiently for us to reach the pavement.
Kenna tossed a dismissive hand gesture at the bus and rolled her eyes.
“That’s what’s so important. The Raptors. There’s plenty of bad blood between the two teams, and there’s a rumor going around that the top two players, Brody and Callahan Sinclair, are considering transferring to HHU. Their father is a big-shot investor who’s obsessed with hockey.”
“They’re playing tonight?”
Sally nodded. “Yep, and whenever they play, they are a big freaking deal. The only players who can match their swagger in the entire league are our Ice Gods.”
“So, they’re good?”
