Page 53 of Avoiding Temptation
“Just feel,” he whispers against me.
I do as I’m told.
My head falls back against the wall, and I focus on where we’re connected. Sparks shoot off around my body as he pulls almost all the way back out of me.
“Please, please,” I chant, needing to feel him filling me and stretching me once again.
My begging must snap his restraint, because he lets me slide down the wall slightly, allowing him to hit me even deeper when he thrusts.
He grunts when he slams deep inside me but doesn’t stop this time. He pounds into me over and over, and I can’t get enough.
My thighs tremble around him, my skin flushes, and the tightening of my centre tells me that I’m about to explode. My fingernails dig into his clothed shoulders as I prepare for what’s about to hit me when the atmosphere around me shifts.
What the…?Dragging my eyes open, I have to blink a few times before the two figures standing, gawping at us come into focus. Embarassment hits me, knowing we’ve been caught. I’m mortified to be found in such a position, especially after having to keep what’s been growing between us a secret for so long.
“Fuck. I thought you said it would be safe,” I whisper, my voice quivering as I try to hold it together while looking at their shocked faces. The guy casts his eyes aside, clearly giving us the privacy we deserve, whereas the woman is looking between the two of us like we’re the most fascinating thing she’s ever seen.
“I didn’t think...fuck. Some privacy?” Joe’s eyes don’t leave me. I can feel his stare burning into the side of my face as he talks. It’s does nothing to quash my embarassment.
“Yeah, shit. Sorry. Let’s go to your place,” the woman, who I can only assume is Joe’s flatmate, says, wrapping her hand around the man beside her’s forearm and slowly backing towards the door. At the last minute, Joe turns to look at her and some weird silent conversation passes between them.
Silence hangs heavy between us long after the door bangs shut.
“I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. I didn’t think…” he trails off.
“It’s okay,” I lie. In reality, it’s anything but fine. Being caught with my legs wrapped around one of my students was the reality check I really didn’t want.
“We shouldn’t be doing this, Joe. This is wrong.”
He doesn't want to, but when I tense my legs he releases his hold on me. Once I’m on my feet, I pull my dress back down and start pacing.
My life is already one big disaster, and here I am allowing one of my students—okay, an adult student, although I’m sure that won’t make much difference in the eyes of my boss—to fuck me against the wall. I need my job. It’s the only thing I’ve got.
“I need...I need...fuck.” Just the thought of telling him that this is over threatens to tear my heart in two. It’s only made worse when I look up and take in the devastated expression on his face.
“Don’t do this, Quinn. Please, don’t do this. Erica’s one of my best friends, she won’t have an issue.”
“It’s not about her, Joe. I’m sure she’s lovely and only wants the best for you but...this is my life. My career is my life, that’s all I have right now, and I can’t risk losing it for something…”
“For something what, Quinn? This isn’t some big game we’re playing here. I’m serious about this...about you. And I can say with total honesty that I’ve never said that to another person in my life. I won’t allow what we have here to ruin your career.”
“How? How can you stand there and promise me that? I’m breaking the one rule I always said I’d never touch. It’s goes against everything I’ve ever...fuck,” I shout, dropping my head into my hands.You’re just as bad as them,a little voice sings in my ear. “No, no, no.”
I lose myself in my panic. I’ve no idea how long I stand there chanting, trying to convince myself that I’m different, that this is different, but when I come back to myself I’m wrapped in Joe’s strong arms.
“It’s okay, babe.”
“I should leave.” My voice is weak and pathetic, and I hate it.
“I’m not allowing you out of here until I know a locksmith has sorted your door out. I need to know you’re safe when I’m not with you.” I want to tell him that I’m not safe full stop while my past is lurking, but I keep my lips shut.
“Stay with me tonight. Let me order us dinner and you can sleep here. Tomorrow I’ll get a locksmith and extra security added to your door, and then if you need some space,” he says through gritted teeth, the muscle in his jaw twitching ferociously, “you can take what you need and I’ll be able to sleep, knowing you’re safe.”
I want to argue, but what he’s proposing is too tempting. I should walk out of his front door and not look back but...I can’t.
“Okay,” I whisper, and his arms tighten around me.
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