Page 24 of Teaching Ms. Tingle

Class ends with him still sitting there, watching me. I know what he is up to. I told Alec to meet me in my office to discuss what he thought he saw at the library. My obsessed student is not about to let that happen.

“You look so good up there, teach,” he teases as he saunters down the stairs towards the front of the class.

Watching him, I shake my head. That predatory look is in his eyes. When he looks at me that way, I lose complete control. He takes that control and wields his way over me. I love it, but I am holding onto by a thread.

“Mr. Hilton,” I snip that thread, over being careful or proper.

“Oh, kitten,” his voice purrs as he rounds the dais, coming close behind me to pin me to it. “You know I am going to have to remind you what you call me. Do you forget if you’re not stuffed full of my cock?”

“Yes,” I moan as my head falls back against his chest. His hands slide up my thighs, wasting no time in finding my panties.

“I can deal with keeping you full of my cock, kitten. It’s what we both want. God, how many times have I imagined this? Bending you over right here and pushing balls deep inside your sweet cunt.”

“Kane,” I whimper as my hands clutch at the cool marble of the dais, my ass pushing back as his hands pull my panties to the side. “Please. Will you make me come?”

“Mmm, yes, kitten,” he husks against my throat as his face presses against my neck. “Don’t I always give my good girl what she needs?”

“Yes, yes,” I pant as his fingers pass over my slick pussy.

“Such a good girl, so wet for me. You like when I watch you? When I sit up there like a good boy? But we both know I’m not here to be a good boy, am I? I’m here to be very bad and fuck my hot tutor.”

“Kane, please,” I cry, hips bucking as he pushes two fingers inside me.

“You’re so hot up here, Ms. Tingle. You know all these good boys watch you, wanting you? But who gets to have you, Ms. Tingle? Who gets to own the hot English professor?”

“You do, baby,” I moan, forgetting everything but the basic truth. I am his and he is mine and nothing else matters.

“Good girl. You need to come, don’t you, kitten? You were soaking your little panties because I was up there watching. Do you know how hard I get when I see you in the stands, watching me play? Fuck, sometimes I don’t know how I make it through a game.”

His teeth skate along my neck, his fingers pumping inside me. It is so fucking wrong. Anyone could walk in on us. My next class is soon. Another professor could come in to chat about classes. A student could walk in to ask a question about an assignment. Neither of us care.

“You don’t get to come, kitten,” he growls, pulling his fingers from me. I gasp and push my hips forward, seeking his retreating hand. “Not before we go talk to Dean Vickers about us. Once we tell him that you’re mine, I will spend the rest of the day making you come.”

Whimpering, I shake my head. I agreed last night to talk to the dean. I know we need to, before someone else can out our relationship. I need to face whatever consequences will come of this. And I will. He was right, I was so turned on knowing he was watching me, I am going mad.

“Please, Kane. Before we go, I need it. I need you.”

“You have me,” he hums, arms bringing me back against him. His mouth kisses my neck, his embrace soothing, calming. “You always have me. This won’t change that, kitten. Come, let’s do what we need to do.”

Sighing, I nod my head. Yes, we need to do this. I cannot keep avoiding it. Alec will try to use what he saw against us. Hell, maybe he already has. It doesn’t matter who knows now. Because Kane is right. People finding out about us changes nothing.

I love him and nothing, no one, can change that.

Gathering my things, I nod. We can do this. We’ve already done the hardest part. Being together when we had no right to be together was the hardest part. I think I knew the moment I found out I would be tutoring Kane that this might be the result. I wanted him so badly. I could not know he wanted me, but I knew if he did, me being his tutor, a professor, and several years old wouldn’t matter.

Taking his hand as he holds it out for me, I nod again. I can do this. I want to do this. I hate that we’ve had to hide these past few weeks. That we’ve gone to Crystal Cove for date nights or hidden away at my place. I want to be able to be with him out in the open, even if it means I am no longer a teacher because of it.

“Calm down, kitten,” he whispers as we head for the dean’s office. He brings my hand to his mouth, kissing the palm gently. “We will be fine. Whatever happens after this, it doesn’t matter. All that matters is us.”

Smiling at him, I nod once more. As we head through the quad, our hands tightly laced, all my fears fade. All the tension melts away. He is right. Nothing else matters. Nothing but us. This is worth whatever happens next.

“We’re here to see Dean Vickers,” I tell his secretary.

Seeing our laced hands, her face twists up a little. I don’t even flinch. In fact, I press closer to Kane, as if he can protect me. And he can. He bends, kissing the top of my head as he stares her down. All that remains is Kane. His big body against mine, his huge hand holding mine, his turf and clean scent filling my lungs.

“You can go in, Ms. Tingle. He is waiting.”

Kane leads the way as he often does, opening the door for me and guiding me in. Dean Vickers sits behind his desk, judging eyes watching us as we take our seats. Reaching over, Kane takes my hand again, bringing it to his lap. I smile at him, thankful he is being so strong for us both.

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