Page 44 of Private Tutoring
When it ended, they gathered up their belongings and headed for the double doors. Leighona pushed the left side open, sending a brilliant shaft of light spilling into the dim interior. I blinked at the sudden change and almost missed Harmony slinging her bag over her shoulder.
I jumped after her, one hand stretched out. I forced it down. “Miss Vogel? A minute, please.”
She jerked to a stop, a vein pulsing in the side of her neck.
The room emptied, and the silence grew thick and cloying. “I’ll make this quick.”
She swallowed convulsively. “Okay.”
Why the sudden shift in attitude? I didn’t dare ask that question, but I did lower my voice to a whisper. “I want you to know that I won’t treat you any differently if you decide to end things.”
One hand raised to her throat. “Do you want things to end?”
“No.” It came out in an explosion of air. My next class would arrive any minute, and Harmony had another class to get to. Our time together ticked away far too fast. “I want this to go on forever, but I don’t want you to feel trapped.”
“I’m not trapped. I’m here because I want to be.” She took a step toward me, hesitated, then moved backward again. “What made you say that?”
“You’re acting funny today. I mean, your acting is incredible, but it feels like you’ve thrown up a wall between us.” The urge to touch her took over my entire being. There was every chance I’d come on too strong. We promised no feelings, and I wasn’t holding up my end of the bargain.
“Oh.” The slight darkness that had entered her eyes brightened. “It’s nothing. Well. Not nothing. I’ve just been worried about my grades.”
“I thought they were improving.” Mrs. Collins had come to see me again a few days ago, and she’d complimented Harmony on her improvements. She’d said that if Harmony kept up the hard work, there wouldn’t be any risk to her scholarship.
Her head bobbed, her grip on the bag tightening. I knew that stance, had learned to recognize it in her after less than a week. She was worried. “They are. But the semester is barely halfway over. What if I can’t keep them up?”
“You will.” I’d make sure of it. There was no reason for her to be afraid. I inched closer, giving her every chance to back away. She stood her ground, the look in her eyes encouraging enough for me to risk touching the back of her hand. “I believe in you, Harmony.”
Her face transformed, the anxiety falling away with such suddenness it was shocking. “Thank you.”
With a hand on her wrist, I reeled her in close enough to kiss. It was against the rules. I was supposed to keep my distance in class. But I’d already broken the rules by falling for her. The risk of someone catching us lingered in the back of my mind and prompted me to tug her deeper into the shadows. No light reached us here, and even her face turned shadowed despite standing nose to nose.
“You can come to me with any problem.” I longed to say more, to tell her exactly how I felt, but it was too soon, our time too limited, for me to do more than offer her a kiss on the cheek.
She turned her head at the last minute, and I captured her lips with mine.
The room around us disappeared, leaving behind nothing except the touch of her lips, the sighs between us, and the throbbing need to prove she could trust me with her whole heart.
She moved her hand from the bag to my hip, her touch igniting my skin and spreading liquid heat. How did she have such power over me? I’d never known anything like this, not even with my fiancée.
“I want you,” she whispered against my lips, her words raw and honest.
I sucked her bottom lip between my teeth and guided her into the hallway that led around to my office. We barely made it through the door before I was lifting her into my arms and holding on for dear life.
Harmony made a noise in the back of her throat and worked on undoing the button on my slacks. She kissed the hollow of my throat and pushed my pants down. Both hands wrapped around my cock and stroked hard. Her jeans followed my slacks, both landing in a heap on the floor.
“Are you sure?” I gave her one last chance to change her mind. This was more than me breaking the rules, this was an obliteration of the system we’d set up to keep ourselves safe.
She slid onto my desk and guided my cock between her legs. “Fuck me, Matthew. Please.” Her cheeks took on that delicate rosy color, and she bit her bottom lip while wiggling closer to the edge of the desk.
I had every opportunity to stop. To hell with that. I hooked her knees over my arms and pulled her to me, fully seating my cock in the same motion. She gripped my shoulders, her nails flexing into my skin twice before she let go and leaned back, setting her palms behind her and anchoring her weight.
With her legs still hooked over my elbows, I pumped my hips, driving my cock in and out, going from tip to balls hard enough to bounce her ass on the desk. My cock swelled when she rolled her hips to take me deeper.
“You’re incredible, Harmony.” I ground out her name between clenched teeth. My orgasm was right there, one move away if I chose to let go. Not before she found hers. I spread her legs wider and changed the angle.
Her gasp told me everything I needed to know, and when her head fell back to expose the slim column of her throat, I was an absolute fucking goner. She came quickly, her legs quivering in my grasp and the room choking on her moans of pleasure. “Please, Matthew.” She raised her head and stared into my eyes. “I want to feel you come inside me.”
I sped up my thrusts and relinquished my control. My toes curled in my shoes as spasms wracked my body. I buried myself to the hilt, coming in a hard rush that left my vision swimming. Our matching pants slowed to steady breaths. My heart continued to race, and I leaned over her to kiss her lips. AnI love yourested on the tip of my tongue. I held it back. When I told her that for the first time, it wouldn’t be in a cramped office after a quick fuck.
