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  My father lifts his eyes and glares at me. I don’t like the look in them. It’s one I know well. My throat goes dry as I brace for impact.

  “Whores aren’t welcome.”

  The words should cut through me, but after years of his abuse, I’m numb to it. I can’t imagine what he’d call me if he actually knew how close to the truth he is. However, in his fucked up mind, independence is the devil. I’m a whore because I’m educating myself and not slaving away to please a man.

  His eyes burn into mine as if he can get me to cower, but I’m not that weak little girl anymore. “And yet you’re in there every Sunday.”

  His jaw muscles twitch as his fists clench. I’ve struck a nerve and I know it. He thinks I’ve forgotten about his past indiscretions, but he’s in for a rude awakening.

  Tension is heating up between us and my mom does what she always does—plays peacemaker. Except this time, there’s no peace to be had.

  “Watch your mouth,” he grinds out.

  “Or what? You’ll punch it?” I poke the beast. To back down would give him the power he craves, and he needs to know that he no longer holds that over me like he does my mom.

  His fist slams down on the table, making everything rattle. “Enough!”

  “You’re right. It is enough.” I toss my napkin from my lap to the table and glance over towards my mom. “I have to go.” Tears well in my mom’s eyes, but I can’t let it affect me anymore. I’m done with this. “Goodbye, Mom.”

  Her solemn face goes white as she realizes the finality of my words. I won’t be back and she knows it.

  My feet can’t carry me out the door to my red Cadillac fast enough. I never glance back because if I do, I’m not sure I can stomach the hurt expression on her face.

  Only when I’m in the safety of my convertible can I breathe again. This visit has been about as bad as I expected. It has me itching for the only thing I know can help—release. And I’m suddenly very anxious to get dirty with my next client.

  Chapter Five

  Collin

  It’s been a week and countless cold showers since our webcam session, but I can’t get her out of my head. Doesn’t matter what I’m doing or where I am, my dick stands at full attention whenever I think of her. I haven’t jerked off this much since I was a damn teenager. It doesn’t help that she’s been sitting directly across from me and eye fucking me all class, either.

  I do my best to keep focused on the subject matter, but all I want to do is rip the material between her legs off and delve into her sweetness. The need to taste her has been consuming me since her little show. Giving the class an assignment was a smart move. Now I don’t have to concentrate on anything but her.

  The short skirt she’s wearing rises as she crosses her legs, fueling the need I have for her. A thin tank top hugs and shows off the perfect curve of her breasts. Her dark hair is down in loose waves, making her look like a goddess. My hungry eyes eat up every inch of her until they land on her bright blue ones. Her steady gaze pins me in place, challenging me to break our connection first. It’s a battle of wills and a promise of things to come. The determination in her stare causes my pulse to quicken. Blood rushes through my body, straight to my dick. I discreetly adjust my aching balls and hope no one is aware of our silent exchange.

  Her cheeks flush as she ups the stakes. She sucks her pen into her mouth and bites down on the tip, reminding me of what that mouth can do. My body stiffens. I have to lean back against my desk for support. Toying with me causes her to smile, but it’s going to drive me to fuck her in front of the entire class if she’s not careful.

  I grind my teeth. It’s becoming harder to breathe. The tie around my neck is starting to feel like a noose. I rip it off and throw it behind me on top of my desk. My muscles ache from the tension. I look away, giving her that small victory over me.

  When I glance down at my watch, I’m pleased that it’s time for the students to leave.

  “Time’s up. Everyone leave your assignments on the table by the door and we’ll discuss them next time.” I can’t get my words out fast enough.

  The students continue to disperse, but my attention is focused solely on her. I don’t have to ask her to stay. Her intentions are written all over her face.

  She stays seated at her desk, waiting, her eyes holding me prisoner the entire time. The bout of silence that stretches between us is foreplay.

  When the last student has left, she slowly stands and meanders towards me like a cat ready to devour a mouse. “Professor.”

  “Ms. Fairchild.” My blank expression gives nothing away.

  She trails a finger down her chest. “See something you like?” The coy smile on her face doesn’t fool me. She’s not bashful one damn bit.

  Without a word, I push up off of my desk towards the door and twist the lock. The possibility of us getting caught adds to my excitement, but not at the expense of my job.

  When I spin around, she’s waiting, watching my every move. She stands tall with her hands at her sides, but her posture does little to hide the hint of eagerness and need on her face. Her fingers pinch along the sides of her skirt, giving away her impatience. I don’t utter a sound as I stand in place, penetrating her with my gaze. I don’t need to; the silence speaks for me. This blue-eyed devil forgets that people take lessons from me on this very game. I’m the teacher, she’s the student and her pleasure will come when I allow it. Not before.

  I step towards her until we’re so close that I can feel the rise and fall of her breasts brushing against my chest. The tips of my fingers graze over her cheek. It feels just like I imagined—smooth and flawless. Perfection.

  My thumb rests on her chin, right under her lip. “I see lots of things I like, Ms. Fairchild.” I crush her body against me, closing the distance between us.

  Her breathing quickens at the low, teasing tone of my voice. She’s not the only one who’s observant. From that first time I called her by her last name, I watched that tight body respond with desire. Now, I want to watch her fall apart under my hands.

  “What are you going to do about it?” She’s purposely goading me.

  My hand slides along her jawline to the back of her head and fists her dark locks. “Everything.” I lean forward and suck that plump bottom lip into my mouth, tugging on it with my teeth. My other hand comes around, running my fingers up her bare thigh and under her skirt to palm her ass.

  She moans and latches onto the lapels of my jacket for support. Her body sways into mine, granting me better access to what I want to feel.

  My hand slides around to cup her mound, and I find exactly what I was hoping for. She’s soaked. Drenched. And I haven’t even touched her yet. Apparently, the thought of getting caught turns her on as much as it does me.

  I curl my fingers around the thin strap of fabric and rip it off. My fingers waste no time coming back to stroke her clit. She gasps at the touch and I silence her with a punishing kiss. I push a finger inside her wet warmth and plunge in and out in small teasing strokes. She’s had me worked up for days and it’s time to return the favor. I continue to piston my fingers into her, showing no mercy.

  She cries out.

  “You like that?” I lick and nibble against the crook of her neck.

  “Yes.” Her groans are going to be the death of me.

  She’s so slick that I slip in a second finger and keep at her with a firm, steady pace. My tongue continues to fuck her mouth in rhythm with my fingers. I eat up every sound she makes, and yet it isn’t enough. I crave more.

  She mewls out a protest when I remove my fingers, but doesn’t have time to catch her breath. My hands slip under the hem of her shirt and pull it off. I toss it aside and do the same to her white lacy bra. My body hums in excitement. She’s standing there on display in nothing but her skirt and a pair of heels.

  “You’re beautiful.” I lean down and take a pink nipple into my mouth, licking and sucking until it hardens into a stiff peak. Her breasts were made for
my hands. I want to continue my assault the rest of the way down, but she’s not about to turn over complete control.

  She pulls my head up and gives that wicked grin that I’ve come to know so well. Her hands curl into the sides of my jacket, slipping it up and off.

  “I want to touch you.” It’s not a question, but a demand. One I’ll gladly obey.

  I hold my arms out. “I’m all yours.”

  Like a hunter, she pounces, tearing at my shirt. The buttons fly off somewhere to the floor, immediately forgotten. Her eyes eat up every inch of me before she runs her fingernails down my chest. The pressure is just how I like it—hard and rough. I wait for them to continue their way down to where I need them, but this woman never does what I expect.

  She grabs the hand that was just inside her and stares. Her juices coat my fingers and glisten against the fluorescent lighting. She bends forward and sucks my fingers into her mouth. “Mm. I taste good.”

  It’s my turn to groan. Every muscle in my body tenses. This woman is the perfect mix of dirty and controlling.

  “But I want to taste you now.” She kneels down in front of me and undoes my zipper. When her fingers reach inside and pull my dick free, it’s like lighting a match.

  “I need to taste you.” She licks at the head, sucking off my pre-cum. “Yummy.” Her mouth opens and she takes all of me inside. The warm wetness of her mouth is perfection. The chords in my neck tighten as I fight the urge to explode in her mouth. She wraps a fist around my dick and squeezes as she hollows out her cheeks. The suction is almost too much. This minx is trying to kill me.

  I fist a handful of hair and squeeze her ass as I fuck her mouth. My teeth clench as I hit the back of her throat with every thrust. Time stands still as I feel the edge nearing, but I’m not ready to fall yet.

  I lean back and caress her face. “Not yet.” My hands go under her arms and pull her to her feet. I spin her around and gently press against her lower back. “Lean over the desk.”

  She complies, lying face down and exposing all of herself to me. I kneel down, flip her skirt up over her ass and spread her lips wide. The view has my heart racing. Wet and pink.

  “In this little game of cat and mouse, you’ve forgotten one thing,” I whisper against her inner thigh, right before I sink my teeth into her and bite down on that sensitive flesh.

  “What’s that?” Her breathing is ragged.

  “The mouse always gets eaten.” I spread her apart and lick my tongue along her slit. The second her taste hits my tongue, I lose all control. It’s sweet and tart, like her. I lick and swirl at her clit, before I shove my tongue inside her. She arches onto her toes, trying to rock her hips against my face. My fingers dig into her skin as I work her harder. I’m relentless in my torture, my tongue fucking her pussy until she can’t stand. Watching her like this is almost too much. A few more strokes and her orgasm hits. I’ve held out as long as I can, but I can’t anymore. I retrieve a condom from my desk and roll it on.

  I align the head of my dick against her opening, teasing her clit with my swollen tip. She’s still sensitive to the touch and gasps.

  “Now. I need you inside me now,” she demands.

  In one hard thrust, I seat myself balls deep inside her.

  “Oh fuck!” She moans.

  I suck in air through my teeth. “You feel so fucking good.” My hips pull back and slam into her again and again.

  The feeling of her warmth surrounding me, squeezing me with every thrust is like Heaven and I want to die right here. I swivel and drive my hips against her ass until I feel my balls tighten. A few more deep thrusts have her muscles clenching around my dick. I can’t hold my own orgasm off any longer. My body shudders as I cum so hard I see stars.

  Our bodies are covered in a sheen of sweat. Our breathing is heavy. I should let her get up and leave because I’m sure she has clients to see, but I’m not ready to let her go yet. “Come home with me?”

  I brace and wait for the rejection that’s sure to follow, but like always, she surprises me. “I can do that.”

  It doesn’t take us long to dress and head out the door. We share awkward glances as we walk towards the deserted parking lot. I’m not sure what we’re doing, but one thing’s for sure. I’m far from done with her.

  Chapter Six

  Harmony

  I’m not sure what the hell I was thinking agreeing to follow him back to his place, but I know it wasn’t because of the four best orgasms I’ve ever had or the gentle touches he would give when he thought I wasn’t paying attention. I’m usually pretty perceptive at reading people—their desires and fantasies. Not Collin. He’s full of surprises.

  We’re naked in his bed, still coming down from our endorphin high. My arm drapes over his waist as my head rests on his chest and his fingers stroke across my bare back. The glimpse of moonlight that peeks through the blinds is the only light in the room. It’s all so perfect. So romantic. And that’s what troubles me. I’m not even sure what this is. I shouldn’t be entertaining those thoughts. It only leads to trouble or heartache. No. We just fucked. Nothing more.

  “I should probably go.” I push off of him to leave before this can get anymore awkward, but his hand tightens on my back.

  “Stay the night?”

  My head tilts up to meet pleading eyes. Collin keeps his sexual desires under lock and key, but wears his emotions on his face for the world to see. That’s why, against my better judgment, I consider it.

  “You sure?” I hesitate, giving him the opportunity to back out. My words are clear. There’s no expectations from me. The ball is in his court.

  “Absolutely.” His face never wavers from mine. “I don’t want you to go.”

  I keep staring, waiting for the inevitable because I’m used to them leaving. Staying and talking is something new. I have no clue what the hell to do with it, but for him, I’m willing to explore it. “Okay, I’ll stay.” My head returns to the warmth of his chest.

  “Thank you.”

  “You want to thank me properly you can wake me up with more orgasms followed by a side of breakfast.”

  His laugh rattles through his chest into my ears. “It’s a deal, beautiful.” He kisses the top of my head and I relax further against him. It feels nice. “Can I ask you something?”

  “Sure.” My body tenses. I was waiting for my employment to come up and I thought I was prepared for it, but now, not so much.

  “How did you end up working at Magnolia House?” There’s no disgust in his voice, only curiosity, which is a relief. You never know which way a person will go with this.

  I sigh. “By pure chance. I tried the typical fast food and retail jobs, but it just wasn’t enough to pay for both school and my rent. There were months where I hardly had any food. I lived off of nothing but peanut butter and crackers. My friend Calico saw me struggling and told me about this place where she’d started working, said it was decent money for only a few hours of work and wouldn’t interfere with my schooling. So, I met with Marcus, had an audition, if you want to call it that, and the rest is history.”

  “You do seem to enjoy your work.” Judging by his light tone, I know he’s referring to the little show I gave him last week.

  I laugh. That was fun. I prop myself up onto my elbow and brace against the pillow. Looking him in the eye for the rest of the conversation is important to me. “For me, it is enjoyable. I’ve always been fascinated with relationships and the different ways people react to pleasure. Anyone can fuck, but couples offer up more of a challenge. There’s just something about watching a man eat out his wife until she cums so hard she squirts that’s intimate and special, but also hot as hell.”

  His gaze studies me, hanging on my every word. “How long do you plan on doing what you do?”

  “Not much longer. After graduation, I want to start over someplace new. Maybe start up my own type of practice that promises an orgasm with every session.” I grin.

  “What does your family think of yo
u leaving?” He twists onto his side to face me and rubs his fingers along the skin of my cheek as I talk. It’s soothing and makes this topic much easier to stomach.

  “They don’t. I’m an only child and my father’s an abusive asshole who controls my mom’s every breath. No matter how many times I’ve begged her to leave him, I know she never will. It breaks my heart, but I have to take care of myself and hope for the best. You can’t force someone out of a bad situation. That means you’re no better than the person who’s controlling them. They have to do it on their terms, when they’re ready.” Tears threaten to spill over as I think of my mom, and I do my damnedest to fight them back.

  “I’m sorry.” He presses his lips to mine in a soft peck. When he pulls back, the warmth behind his heated gaze is almost too much to bear.

  “It is what it is.” I shrug my emotions off and change the subject. This is getting too personal. “Enough about me. Let’s hear your dirty secrets.”

  He takes his hand from my face and intertwines his fingers with mine. “Mine is shitty.”

  “Tell me,” I push.

  “My parents overdosed when I was ten. I walked in and found them.” His voice croaks, and I rub my thumb over his knuckle in a silent show of support to urge him on. “The needle was still in my mom’s arm. After that, everything’s a blur. I was in and out of foster homes for years. Then…”

  I wait for him to continue, but when he doesn’t, I give him a gentle push. “Then what?”

  “I fucked my pain away. Didn’t matter who the woman was. I just needed to feel a connection to someone. Even if it was only for a few minutes.” The pain in his blue eyes guts me.

  “I’m sorry.”

  He sighs. “It’s the past. You never look back, right?”

  “Right.”

  His eyes darken, as the mood in the room shifts. He reaches over to hook his hand around my waist and lies back. My body falls on top of him and I’m tugged up towards the head board until I’m straddling his face.

  “What are you doing?” I dig my fingers into the headboard to keep from falling over.