Page 2 of Grumpy Boss in Love

Why were we having this conversation in front of the entire class? When I looked around the room, every seat in the hall was empty.

“Where is everyone?” I murmured. The room was full just moments ago.

“It’s just you and me, Ruby.” Professor Sinclair’s breath caressed the side of my face as if he’d come closer. I whipped back around to find that he had. There were barely two inches between us, and his stare was intense… more so than usual.

“Um, Professor…?” What was happening?

“Your last class with me and you snoozed the entire time.” He caught my chin between his fingers and swept his thumb over my bottom lip. The light caress made me shudder with delight. “I’m disappointed, Miss Bennet. You should be punished.”

My eyes bulged. “I should?”

“You’ll like my brand of punishment,” he drawled.

“I will?”

His sensually wicked grin drew my eyes to his mouth. His bottom lip was a tad fuller than the top. So hot. And he was even better looking when he smiled.

“You will,” he confirmed in a gruff tone that was made for giving orders, especially erotic ones.

A gasp escaped me when he spun me around and pinned me between the desk and his hard body. Although I was confused by his behavior, I splayed my fingers on the wooden surface and arched my back to press my body into his. Sure, I hated the professor, but… dammit, his hard frame felt amazing against my softer one.

His hands settled on the sides of my thighs and inched upward. The heat of his touch practically branded me through my jeans. Lips pressed to my ear, he asked, “Have you ever been spanked, Ruby?”

Oh, mygod. “No, Elliot,” I breathed. “Can I call you that?”

“Call me,sir.” He snagged my earlobe with his teeth and I moaned.

“Yes,sir.” I’d never been into even the mildest form of BDSM… Okay, I wouldn’t know if I was into it at all because my v-card was very much intact, but my underwear just became very moist.

“Good girl,” he practically purred. He then brought one hand up to hold the base of my neck. He applied gentle pressure, turning my head around to the perfect angle for a kiss. The way his mouth just hovered close to mine without making contact made me sigh my frustration.

“You want a kiss?” he asked with a hint of amusement.

“Please, sir,”I begged, craning my neck to give him better access. He leaned forward and my eyes fluttered closed. My lips even parted in invitation.

Yes. So close…

“Miss Bennet,” he whispered.

“Professor Sinclair…sir.”

“Miss Bennet.”

I frowned. Why had his tone changed from sexy professor to asshole professor?

“Miss Bennet.”

My eyes popped open to see Professor Sinclair looming over me. His arms were folded over his chest and he wore his signature scowl.

“Ghaa!Sir… Elliot… I mean, Professor.”Good grief.

I scrambled backward and almost toppled out of my seat. Gawking at Professor Sinclair, my horror grew. I just had an erotic dream about him. Ew! Notewas in he wasn’t erotic fantasy material—let’s face it, he was—butewbecause I didn’t like a bone in his body. He was public enemy number one, for goodness’ sake.

His eyebrows almost touched his hairline. “Sweet dream?”

Yes,and it had me seriously shaken, but I played it off with a derisive snort. “More like a nightmare.”

His gaze narrowed on me, and I frantically looked around to see if the rest of the class would once again witness my humiliation. However, I was shocked to see students filing out of their seats and heading toward the exit.

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