Page 8 of Teaching Ms. Tingle

Kissing her again, I bend to lift her beneath her thighs. Her thick legs wind around me as I spin, setting her atop her desk. I start to lean her back, hands pushing at her skirt. Just as it bunches at her hips, a knock sounds at the door.

“Ms. Tingle? It’s Alec again, sorry to be bothering you so late.”

Rage dampens the fire burning between us as I hear his voice. No, no, no fucking way. Mr. Flirts-a-lot is persistent. He and I need to have a little chat. Ignoring his follow-up knock, I kiss her throat, sliding my hands beneath her skirt, going for her panties. I smile against her throat when she whimpers, pushing at me with little force.

“Kane, you have to stop. This issowrong. Alec is on the other side of that door. I am his…”

“Hisnothing. We will talk about that later. Let that little prick in. He flirts with you in front of me again, I am going to break his face.”

“Oh, stop it.Youshould not flirt with me. This is…Jesus, what am I doing? What arewedoing?”

“Baby, if you ain’t sure, it might not be me who needs a tutor.”

Kinsley glares up at me, pushing at me again. Chuckling, I back up, fixing her clothes before I pull her off the desk gently. Another glare from her makes my dick leap in my jeans. God, she is so fucking perfect.

“Sit down and behave,” she mutters as she brushes past me.

Grinning, I smack her ass, laughing when she whirls to glare at me. A bloom of pink on her cheeks tells me that glare means nothing. I will not sit down or behave. I want this dick to see me here. He and any other guy who wants to study late, flirt after class, or bring her a goddamn apple will be put on notice.

Kinsley Tingle will be mine before this semester is over.

“Hello Alec,” her voice is different when she greets the forgetful fuck. Cool. Detached. It is a voice I realize she has not used on me.

“Hi, I left my laptop earlier. Wouldn’t have come back so late, I just need it for a paper.”

There is a slight tremor in his voice. Because he is a liar. Who has a paper due two days after fall semester starts? No one. I spot a bag sitting on her desk. Grinning, I see it teetering because seconds from lying Ms. Tingle out on her desk, I almost shoved it off.

Grabbing it, I head to the door, thinking I ought to deliver it myself. Can’t have him think he can be so careless. Once he sees me his whole demeanor changes.Yeah, dick, you picked the wrong time.With a huge smile on my face, I nod at him, handing it over.

“There you go, bud. Going to need that, huh?”

“Yeah. Yeah, thanks. Sorry again, Ms. Tingle. See you in class.”

Smile falling away, I do not hide how much I dislike his efforts. Kinsley is kind, telling him not to worry about it. Closing the door, she falls against it, letting out a defeated sigh. Moving behind her, I make a point of turning the lock as I pin her to the door.

“Now, where were we? Oh, it turns out you need the tutoring, huh? Thought it was pretty clear what we were doing, baby,” I hum the words, skating my mouth down the back of her neck.

“Nothing. We were doing nothing. This isnotgoing to happen. Not here or at the library. I am your tutor. A professor. You are a student and I…oh!” Her little moan as I sink my teeth into the curve of her neck is so hot. How wrong my sweet tutor is.

“Two more semesters, Kinsley. Then I am no longer a student.”

“This is my job, Kane,” she murmurs as her head falls back against my chest, giving me access to work my mouth down her throat.

“Mmm, no one has to know baby. Just us. We were never going to get through tutoring sessions without this happening, Kinsley.”

Spinning in my arms, she stares up at me, her teeth nipping at her bottom lip. Slipping my arm around her waist, I haul her closer. Just holding her after all these months staying a safe distance is heaven.

“We could not hide having an affair. And who says I want to try?”

“Baby,” I hum, lowering my head to brush my mouth over hers. “I do not want to have an affair. Not a fling. Not a dirty little secret. I want you, Kinsley. And last night, tonight, you cannot hide that you want me too.”

“We don’t even know one another,” she mumbles, her hands sliding up my chest.

“Oh, I know things,” I tease, eyes traveling over her slowly.

“Stop it. Stop being so…so damn…” Kinsley trails off in frustration.

“Persuasive? Adorable? Tempting? Here is what is happening, baby. I am going to come to every single tutor session. I will be a good boy for you. Each session earns me another night with you. My lady’s choice.”

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