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He closed his eyes and drew in a slow deep breath as he fisted his hands against the door. “Please don’t judge me for being a fucking—”

“Do you judge me as a slut for offering?” I cut in.

His eyes popped open and he shook his head. “No. No , Bevin. I honestly think you might be the woman of my dreams being so daring and awesome to have this kind of fun. You know—it’s just fun and it’s—you’re awesome, and I’m going to love chasing you all over the place without the bullshit games of waiting three days to call. This is an awesome type of playing.”

“Then I won’t judge you for accepting what I offered,” I promised. “It’s not a trap.” I teased the next button. “Which do you want.”

“You know.” He licked his lips as he glanced between my fingers and my eyes.

“You’ve gotta say it. No calling foul later that you would have been a gentleman and kissed me.”

He cleared his throat. “Please show me your breasts.”

“Gladly,” I purred, slowly undoing my shirt. Then I unfastened the front clasp of my bra, freeing them for him to see and sliding everything off my shoulders.

“Fuck me, they are perfect,” he groaned. He ran his tongue over his teeth before meeting my gaze. “I would lick and tease them all night, nothing more, and drive you crazy before giving you release, Bevin. I’d worship you for letting me see them and being so bold with me, never demean you. I’m so fucking hard and loving it, loving how playful and confident you are with your beautiful body I can’t stand it.”

Wow. Just wow . I moved closer and pressed my breasts against his chest, smiling when he groaned and leaned down. But I didn’t let him kiss me, instead brushing my lips against his cheek. “I look forward to that. It’s a promise, a date now. I’d loved to be cherished like that when I’ve been treated anything but.”

“You should be treated as nothing less than that,” he growled as I stepped back. “Will you do one thing for me?”

“Maybe.”

“Lay down on your bed? I want to see you lie on your bed topless for me, burn the image in my mind for… Later.”

That was hot. I didn’t have a problem giving it to him, even pulling up my skirt so he got to see a lot more of my thighs with the heels still on. I fanned my hair out on the bed all under me and gave him my best sexy look. Then I went over my comfort zone even and touched my breasts as he watched.

“I just fucking creamed myself a bit,” he admitted. “You are so, so fucking sexy, Bevin. You’re a fucking goddess and I can’t believe you even said yes, much less are letting me see such a sight. I’m dying. I’m dying for you.”

Nice. “Well, we can’t have that. I guess you should head home before your heart gives out.” I rolled to my feet and teased the zipper of my skirt, smirking at him.

He closed his eyes. “Oh don’t. Yeah, don’t tease me anymore. I won’t—I don’t have limitless control. I’ll always stop if you tell me but seriously, I’m about to bust out of my jeans and beg you like a loser to fucking—everything.”

He was busting out of his jeans and what he had seemed impressive.

I slid my shirt back on—forgoing the bra—and smirked at him. “See you Sunday?”

He gave me a look not to be silly. “Yeah, I’ll wait that long and not make up an excuse to sit with you at the cafeteria or wait for you after class. Sure, that sounds likely.”

I threw back my head and laughed. “Night, Kelton. Thanks for a perfect first date.”

“Me too, Bevin. Sleep tight.” He leaned in and kissed my cheek. “Thanks for showing me the best breasts I’ve ever seen. I look forward to getting to know them on much, much better terms. All of you.”

“Me too,” I panted, turned on beyond belief as he opened the door, careful so I wasn’t visible even if I’d covered up.

He gave me a wink and slipped out into the hallway, closing the door behind him. I locked it and sighed.

Well damn, that was one way to rock a first date. Maybe the naughty way, but… I was fond of that for sure.

It was still early and I wasn’t near going to bed yet, but I changed into a sexy satin pajama shorts set that didn’t cover my ass or most of my top. No one was going to see me and I liked the way it made me feel, especially since I was going to be showing myself some TLC later after Kelton had gotten me all wound up.

I paused in the middle of my room before starting work, thinking about what a certain someone had told me to do after my date. I shivered. It was definitely tempting to find him to handle my needs, but that was a stove that would also definitely burn me. I might end up enjoying it, but that was dangerous.

He was dangerous, and while I liked that to some extent, safer was smarter right now. Even if I really, really wanted him to make me scream and orgasm like before.

I gasped as a spell circle activated and suddenly I wasn’t in my room. Blinking around, I realized I was in a classroom.

His classroom.

“Well, you certainly dress for the occasion, goddess,” he chuckled from his desk.

“You put a spell circle in my room?” I demanded.

He shrugged. “It’s easier than you having to come across campus like that to see me.”

I crossed my arms over my chest and glared at him. “I wasn’t going to come see you.”

He frowned as he closed what he had been reading and stood. “But you thought of me. That activated the circle.”

I swallowed loudly as he moved towards me. “Well, yeah, you’re my professor, so of course I would have—” I yelped as he spun me around and swatted my ass.

“Don’t lie to me, goddess,” he warned, pressing his lips against my ear. “I set up the spell circle. You weren’t thinking of class or homework for it to activate.” He waited until I nodded. “What were you thinking about?” He slapped my ass again when I didn’t answer. “You want to be bad tonight? Is that how you want to play?”

Apparently, I did. I wouldn’t ever admit it, but I hadn’t been turned off by him smacking my ass like that, playfully, in private, with just us. No, just the opposite.

And I was fairly sure he knew that.

“I don’t answer to you,” I bit out, trying not to show how much I was into it or already turned on from Kelton.

“You came to me wound up,” he accused, clearly already catching that. “Did Mr. Rose get you hot? Did you let him kiss you?” He smacked me harder when I didn’t answer. “Undress. Apparently, you want to be punished tonight.”

“No.”

“No? You’re telling me no?” he challenged. “You don’t want me? You activated the circle.”

Shit. I did. I spun around and shoved at his chest even if it didn’t move him an inch. “I’m not undressing for you. You want me naked, then you do it.”

A slow grin formed on his lips. “Gladly. One of the hottest things I’ve ever seen was you yanking your clothes off for me, so I wanted it again, but I’ll gladly undress you.”

Good to know, so I smirked at him. “Exactly why you don’t deserve it .”

He chuckled darkly. “I see how it is.” He swooped me up in his arms and I swallowed a yelp, noting I somehow lost my top, and then he sat on the desk with me over his lap and I lost my bottoms then too. I wasn’t able to keep in the moan when he spanked directly on my skin. “Fuck, I’ve always wanted to try this and it’s better than I’d dreamed. It’s gotta be you, goddess.”

Glad to hear that because I liked it too, but I wasn’t simply going to yield everything to him. “Kelton turned me on. I just thought a nice orgasm from you would be okay , but decided it wasn’t worth it. Then the circle activated.”

He flinched, rubbing my ass cheek and then squeezing it. “Nice? Okay? Is that really how you want to play it?”

“I wasn’t going to come,” I answered instead. “It’s the truth.” I pushed up enough to meet his heated gaze and smirked. “I dressed like that for myself . I was going to take care of my needs myself over coming to you.”

I realized I might have gone too far when the desire in his eyes turned more into having waved a red flag in front of a bull. He pursed his lips and slapped my ass much harder so I fell back over.

“Maybe I shouldn’t let you come,” he threatened. “Taking care of it yourself is better than me?”

I gasped as he slapped my skin when I didn’t answer. “You’re complicated.”

“That’s fair,” he accepted, rubbing my stinging skin but then moving my legs apart and running his fingers through my wetness. “I know you’re scared, goddess, but I’ll be so, so good to you too.” He chuckled when I moaned as he teased me. “See, you like that. Tell me about tonight. Was he good to you?”

“Yes.”

“Did you kiss him?” He spanked me when I didn’t answer. “Tell me.”

“No.”

“Tell me,” he growled, slapping me harder.

“No, I didn’t kiss him!”

“Oh, that was my fault,” he apologized, teasing my clit. “What did you do then? How did you say goodnight?”

“Now I’m not telling,” I grumbled.

“I’m sorry.”

“Still not telling.” I thought about what Kelton had said about me demanding more, deserving the best.

“Tell me.”

“No, you don’t deserve it,” I argued, pushing up and shoving his hand away. “I want more.”

“Oh?”

I worried my lower lip and decided to go for it with him too. “Yeah, lick me. You want to know? Eat me out.”

His hand froze, but then he chuckled. “You want that?”

“Yes.”

“How do I know it’s worth that?”

I turned my head and narrowed my eyes at him. “I’m worth that every time you touch me.”

He smiled brightly at me, looking seriously sexy and ridiculously confident like I was caught in his web instead of demanding what I wanted. “Yes, you are, goddess, and it’s good you see that.” He smirked at me. “You want me to lick your sweet pussy only I’ve had?” He chuckled when I shivered. “Oh, you want that.”

“You want me,” I reminded him.

“I so fucking do.”

“I didn’t say you could have me.”

He threw back his head and laughed. “Damn right. You tell me how it is, goddess. I eat you out and don’t even let me fuck you. Ballsy, I love it.”

I yelped as he flipped me off his lap and moved me onto a cleared part of his desk, my sore ass slapping against the wood.

He pulled up his chair and moved between my legs, smirking at me. “But two can play that game and I’ve been playing it longer.”

I wasn’t sure what he meant, but then he spread my thighs wider and lowered his face to my most intimate parts and I couldn’t think of anything . Any coherent thought left my head. Instantly, I was almost there I was so wound up and turned on with all he did… But then the fucker stopped.

“Did he do this to you?”

“What?” I gasped, pushing up onto my elbows, wondering when I’d laid down on the desk.

He smirked at me, reaching up and pinching my nipple. “Did he lick you?”

“No, only you have,” I panted. “I was right there.”

“Ahh, you demanded I lick you, eat you, but not finish you .” He laughed when my eyes went wide.

I frowned at him though. “This was why I wasn’t going to come. You’re the stove that likes to burn people.”

He flinched like I hit him, hurt filling his eyes. “I’m just teasing, goddess. It’s just fun. I’d never really—it’s play. You’re used to—you’ve only had mean games. That’s not what this is. I would do this without—the orgasm will be bigger and—”

“Okay.” I wasn’t sure what I was agreeing to and I was a bit conflicted. He was older and I was new to all of this… But we’d jumped in deep, so I couldn’t blame him that we didn’t go back and have like baby steps to holding hands and kissing again.

Right?

But he was coming hardcore on stuff that… It was all a mess in my head, and I had no idea what I was doing, plus I didn’t have the social skills for any of this. Not even normal friends. I’d never had friends besides animals. Maybe Tracey counted, but I also paid her, always had, so not really.

“How did you say goodnight? Did he kiss your hand?” he muttered as he leaned in and licked me. “Did he kiss your hand like this?” He gave me a kiss there but then sucked on my clit.

“No, no, he didn’t do that.”

“What did he do?”

“Finish and I’ll tell,” I whimpered.

“You said you’d tell if I licked you,” he reminded me.

“He kissed my cheek,” I blurted. “I kissed his.”

“That’s not exciting. You said something was exciting. What happened?” He teased me more but then stopped, not continuing even when I begged. “Tell me.”

“I flashed him!” I exclaimed.

He sat up and blinked at me. “I’m sorry?”

I growled and pushed up on my elbows again. “I flashed him. I gave him the option of a good night kiss or he could see my tits. He picked the latter. I took off my shirt and let him see. I laid on the bed and teased them for him. He got a lot for the spank bank as I even rubbed them naked against his chest as I kissed his cheek. Now, please finish and let me come! ”

“You—he—fuck, you are so hot,” he groaned and then lowered his face to me. The fucker stopped right before again. “Scream my name this time.”

“No. You teased me. You promised. Make me come.”

He growled and gave in, doubling his efforts when I did scream—obnoxiously even—and he was right about the orgasm. It was better. It was awesome , and I didn’t think it was simply because it was oral sex. It was the ups and downs, starting and stopping and throwing my body all over the place.

I was gasping for air as he stood over me with a satisfied smirk on his face. He started taking off his shirt and it was my turn to fuck with him. “Who said you get sex? Just because you brought me here and I agreed to get naked doesn’t mean you get to fuck me, Professor Wyatt.”

“I’ll spank you again,” he threatened.

I snorted. “Please do.”

“Fine, then walk your perky ass back to your dorm without your keys,” he taunted, immediately wincing at whatever was on my face. “Too far. I was just kidding. I wouldn’t trade sex for that.”

“Glad to hear it,” I purred, steaming and trying to cool down.

He changed tactics, leaning over and licking my nipple. “You want me too, goddess. I make you feel amazing. You know it felt amazing when I was inside of you.”

I couldn’t deny that, so I didn’t, watching as he pulled off his shirt, getting to enjoy the view this time and how chiseled his chest and abs were. I decided to push his buttons a bit in return and see how he liked it. “Kelton said he’d do nothing but worship my breasts all night before he gave me release, just that. All me. I deserved nothing less.”

He froze in undoing his pants, narrowing his eyes at me slightly before continuing. “He’s right. You do deserve nothing less, but I’m a greedy asshole who has you naked on his desk and already tasted you.”

“So taste me again,” I threw right back.

“I will.” He smirked when I blinked at him. He leaned over until our lips were almost touching. “But I’m also going to fuck you, Bevin, so unless you have some actual objection, I’m going to eat you out, then sit you on my throbbing dick and watch you ride me like the goddess you are. Got it?”

He didn’t wait for an answer, undressing and kissing along my body until I would have agreed to anything. He didn’t tease me as much this time and gave me two orgasms before he pulled me off the desk and sat me on his lap facing away from him.

I whimpered as I took him inside of me. “Good thing I got the potion.”

He froze. “Fuck, I didn’t even ask. I assumed—”

“I’d let you have me again?” I didn’t hide how miffed that made me.

“No, I just—most witches just do if not trying to get pregnant. Why ever risk it?”

Fair enough. I didn’t know the social norms of that kind of stuff and wasn’t looking for a fight.

Especially when he cupped my breast and kissed my neck as he rocked our hips. “I hoped we’d be together again. I dreamed of it. I would never assume.”

“Even if you’re demanding and spank me,” I muttered, not really asking a question but a bit confused on the lines and why I even liked that when I’d run from overbearing people always telling me what to do.

“You know I’ll listen to what you really want. You trust me.”

Did I? I didn’t think I did with much of anything. I didn’t know what to say that didn’t sound argumentative, so instead I said nothing and focused on what we were doing.

And how fucking good it felt.

“You wanna come, goddess?” he asked when my thighs touched his. “You want it, don’t you?”

“Yes, yes ,” I panted, feeling so full and almost crazy at this angle with the way he was touching me.

“Then take it. Be a goddess and take what you want,” he pushed, a growl in his tone. He seemed to understand I didn’t know where to start, guiding my arm to loop back around his neck, then moving his hand to my hip to push me up. I moved my feet in a more comfortable position and braced my weight against his chest for support as I started rocking. “That’s it. Fuck, that’s it, Bevin.”

I cried out when he moved his hand between my legs and pinched my clit as he pushed down so I thrust harder, took him deeper. I had a whole new reason to do pelvic thrusts in my workout and it wasn’t for a tight stomach and firm ass.

And I would never not think of this moment when I did them going forward.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck.”

“Derek. Say it. Just once. Please, say my name this time, Bevin.” He so wanted it.

Too bad. “You haven’t even kissed me.”

He flinched. “I kissed you a lot.”

I snorted. He knew that wasn’t what I meant.

He held me still and turned my head, leaning in to kiss me, but I ducked him. “What?”

“Don’t do it because I demand it. We’re just fucking.”

“Hey, we’re not and—”

“It’s fine,” I lied.

“Clearly, it’s not ,” he muttered.

No, it wasn’t, and I wasn’t trying to be passive-aggressive or do any stereotypical female thing I just… My emotions were all over the place, and realizing we’d done all of that and he hadn’t even kissed me yet spun me out and made me feel cheap. We kissed faster when I’d been riding an aphrodisiac potion and jumped him.

What the fuck was I doing?

Right, I was fucking my professor in his classroom after a date with another man.

Wow. Just wow that hit me hard and fast, blinking out at the classroom and focusing on the seat I sat in.

“Bevin?” he whispered, sounding worried as if he’d said my name a few times.

“Can we just finish?”

“Well, that sounds like fun,” he drawled.

“Then can you send me back?” I snapped.

“Hey, what just happened?” he asked. He sighed—which didn’t help me feel better—as he gently moved me off of him. He lifted me up and sat me on the desk, standing and trying to get me to look at him.

But I wasn’t having any of it. I focused on his chest, unsure of what to do until he tried to lean down to kiss me. I ducked him, turning away and wishing I was dressed.

“What happened?”

“I don’t know,” I muttered, sort of telling the truth, sort of lying. “This was why I didn’t want to come. This is all… I don’t know.”

“Yes, you know,” he whispered as he leaned in and hugged me, kissing my neck. “You know how this feels. You know it was everything.”

No, I didn’t, and instead of making me feel special, it suddenly felt like words to get what he wanted and I was cheap. I swallowed that down and remembered he was my teacher and I’d let this happen, he controlled my room and protection, and… I did like it.

I just wouldn’t let it happen again. I laid back, spreading my legs and smiling as best as I could.

He was hesitant at first but when I nodded, he lifted my hips and was all too quick to thrust into me. I shut off my mind and that voice that was talking shit and simply let my body enjoy it, not thinking about it. When he leaned down like he might kiss me, I wrapped my arms around him, and dug my nails in his skin, hanging on as he moved faster.

We went twice and it was awesome, exactly what my body needed.

But only my body.

My eyes were too heavy when we finished, my limbs as well as I twitched and tingled.

He chuckled as he pulled out of me. “I think I wore you out, goddess.”

“I don’t like that you call me that,” I admitted. “It’s such a line.”

He frowned, studying me. “It’s not. It’s really not, Bevin.”

I think I rolled my eyes at him, but I wasn’t sure as the sex, stress I was under, and just everything washed over me and knocked me out. Well, that was one way to get out of an awkward goodbye and figure out what to say.

Again.