Page 13 of Playing By Their Rules

Bradley lets his hand, which had still been on my leg, fall to his side. “Sorry, sir,” he says, adjusting himself in his pants. From the angle, it might look to Chance as if he’s buttoning his fly, although I think I legitimately gave Bradley a boner, and now I feel awful.

With Bradley to the side, I can fully face Chance. He glowers at us, his shoulders up and making him look bigger, bulkier, more intimidating.

Hotter, sexier, more dominating.

“You,” Chance says, pointing at Bradley. “Out. I need to speak with the young lady.”

Bradley nods, but I grab his shoulder. “Hey,” I whisper. “Too far?”

“No way,” he whispers back, and kisses my cheek. In a louder voice, he says, “I’ll wait for you in the hall.”

“Don’t bother,” Chance says. “I’ll see her home.”

“Excuse me, Professor Wexton,” I pipe up, “but no, you won’t. I’m an adult and I can see myself home.”

Chance’s dark eyes flash with ire and his mouth opens and closes a couple of times as he starts to retort before stopping himself.

Finally, he says, “Just go. Don’t let this happen again.”

I slowly pull down my shirt to cover my bra, watching Chance’s gaze track the movement. I am certain there’s a bulge in the front of his pants, but it’s mostly dark in here, so I could be mistaken, I suppose.

I slink past him after Bradley. I bite my cheek to fight the smile on my lips.

It’s only when Bradley and I are out of the room and racing down the hallway, trying not to laugh, that I realize I left my panties on the classroom floor.

5

PANTIES, PARADISE, PURGATORY

Chance

Maisie and the boy leave, their footsteps hurrying down the hallway.

Did I just hear that little brat giggle?

I close my eyes, searching for patience, but instead I get mental images of Maisie leaning back against the wall, her shirt shoved up to reveal a lacy bra and the tits that I’ve dreamed of for five years. I’ve dreamed about pinching them, sucking on them, fucking my cock between them, painting them with my come.

And she shows them to some other guy?

Ethan would have lost his motherfucking mind if he had been the one to happen upon Maisie like that. Or what if someone else had seen Maisie in that compromising position?

Then again…was any of this an accident? What are the chances that Maisie and that boy chose this particular classroom, right next to my office? Of all the walls to fuck against in the entire university, they were here?

When she left, she smiled like she knew what was going through my head. Is she taunting me?

There’s something dark on the floor where she was standing. Wait. No. It couldn’t be.

I flick on the classroom light and see them. Her panties.

The little brat left her panties behind.

Oh, she’s definitely taunting me.

I pick up the silky underwear. The fabric is soft against my fingers. A filthy compulsion fills me, obliterating all thought. Clenching the panties in my fist, I hurry back to my office. I step inside and lock the door behind me. My movements are fast, frantic. I have the presence of mind to make sure the blinds are drawn and I have complete privacy, and then my cock, which has been hard ever since hearing Maisie’s moans through the wall, is out of my pants and thick in my hand.

Fast, angry strokes. I have to come. I have to come now, while her body, her mischievous smile, the sounds of her moans are all fresh in my mind.

I’m scarcely in control of myself as I squeeze her panties and inhale her sweet, feminine scent. What was she thinking, messing around with some boy when her daddy was so close by?

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