Page 64 of The Professor
“Hey.” I stood in the door of the kitchen. “Finished your tea?”
“Yes.” She tipped her head and gave me one of the ‘come fuck me’ smiles that had nearly been my undoing so many times.
“This way.” I jerked my head then set my attention on Dalton. “You got this?”
“You going where I think you are?”
“Yes, and I’ve covered the camera, so don’t think about peeking.”
Dalton laughed. “Mate, I like being the one having sex, not watching it. It’s just the way I’m wired.”
Chelsea slinked up to my side, slotting her small hand in mine.
I tugged her from the room.
“Where are we going?” she asked.
“Somewhere private. Special.”
“Why is it special?”
I led her up the stairs. “You’ve fantasized about me, right.”
She hesitated, then, “Yes.”
“And I have you, but I think we might be on different pages.”
“I don’t understand.”
We reached the top of the stairs, and I stopped and cupped her cheeks, stared into her trusting eyes. “I’m kinky, babe, like really kinky, and I’ll tease you and fuck you until your head is spinning and your body is pulsing in ecstasy.”
“I can handle that.”
“You sure?” I raised my eyebrows. She didn’t know what she didn’t know, but I was about to show her. Big time.
“I’m hardly a virgin, professor.”
A growl caught in my throat. I didn’t appreciate the image of other men fucking her. She was mine. And I intended to keep it that way by making her forget them all.
I clasped her hand and walked along the corridor. Groans and gasps seeped from Bridget’s room.
“Is she…is that…?” Chelsea asked.
“She’s working, yes.” I opened the door. “Come in, we’re shutting the rest of the world out for a while.
She stepped in and then paused.
I flicked the lock then tugged off my black t-shirt, set it on a straight-backed chair with a plush purple seat.
“What is this place?”
“It’s called the pleasure room.”
“Oh?” Her eyes were wide as she looked around. “Sounds fun.”
“And it’s easier to show you than explain how it works.”
“Go on then.” She turned, hands on her waist, hips cocked.
