Ethan took a step back, shooting me a sexy glance as he fixed his jeans. “I wondered.” He bent down to swipe my panties from where I’d kicked them, then knelt to help me step into them. It was obscenely intimate, him slowly drawing the lace up my legs and over my ass. Then the way he teased a finger over the crotch, where it was already growing wetwith his cum…positively filthy. I nearly orgasmed again right then.
“You look…so fucking delicious right now, Lilith,” he murmured, reluctantly rising back to his feet and cupping my face in his hands. “Your lips are flushed and pink, your pupils are all blown out with arousal…I could get hard again just looking at you.”
“Don’t.” The snapped response didn’t come from me, and I jerked my gaze past Ethan to where Andrew stood with arms folded and an expression like ice. “Unless you want to get fired and kicked off campus grounds, in which case, by all means, don’t let me stop you.”
My jaw dropped. “How long have you been standing there, you creep? Did you watch us?”
Andrew’s eyes narrowed and his jaw ticked. “Fair’s fair, Evelyn.”
“Jesus Christ, you’re a pervert!” I exclaimed, brushing my hands down the front of my dress to make sure I hadn't slipped a tit out or something. My face was positively flaming as I hurried to gather up my laptop and study notes from the table.
“Takes one to know one,” he snarked back, utterly shameless. “Besides, you two were far from subtle. Anyone with half a brain could tell someone was fucking back here, you’re just lucky it was me and not some do-gooder willing to go screaming about Professor Sullivan taking advantage of a student.”
My hands shook as I stuffed my shit back into my bag and slung it over my shoulder. “Go to hell, Andrew. Stop threatening Ethan’s job.” I made to storm out, but he blocked my exit with his hand braced against the shelf.
“Or what?” he taunted. “I could get him fired likethat.” He snapped his fingers in my face, making me jump. “And you couldn’t do a damn thing about it. In case you forgot, the NDA only extends to the house, not the library.”
Anger bubbled up in my chest and my eyes narrowed. It irritated the hell out of me that I needed to tilt my head back to meet his gaze, because he clearly thought that gave him some sort of intimidation advantage.
“Eve, ignore him,” Ethan said softly, his hand on the small of my back. “He’s full of shit.”
I wasn’t so sure, but short of threatening him right back—and I had nothing of substance to use—I could only resort to name-calling. “You’re just salty because Laura won’t let you rail her in the library,” I accused, refusing to let him have the last word. “Maybe if you weren’t so worried about creasing your pants, you’d actually get off more often.”
His eye twitched, and I suspected I’d hit a nerve. That was good enough, so I shoved past him and hurried out of the library before our little argument could turn into a whole scene. The moment I stepped out into the late-afternoon sun, guilt rippled through me at the mess I’d just left in the library. Books everywhere, all over the floorandtable. Hopefully Ethan would pick them up?
I pulled out my phone to text him, just in case, and breathed a sigh of relief when he assured me he had it handled.
Connor and Brodie were on the sofa when I got home, battling it out on the Xbox with some first person shooter that immediately got ditched when I called out a quick hello. My plan had been to head straight up to the bathroom and rinse away the evidence of my littlestudy session, but Brodie was quick to call me into the living room to chat.
“Uh, I just need to…um…get changed. Give me five minutes?” I evaded, taking a step closer to the stairs.
Brodie instantly vaulted over the back of the couch and closed in on me with a suspicious look on his handsome face, his eyes raking over me. “Where have you been, Evie babe? And withwho?”
My eyes widened. Was it that obvious? “I was just studying at the library.”
His eyes rolled. “Ah. I see. Ethan.”
Crap. I guess it was that obvious. Before I could escape to shower, Brodie grabbed my wrist, hauling me back to him and kissing me so thoroughly my knees turned to jelly.
“Don’t forget our date tomorrow night, Evie babe. I wanna be the one that puts that look on your face.” He nipped my lip between his teeth, then released me with a wink.
What was I doing again? Oh right. Showering. Because of the cum slick in my panties, courtesy of my sexy professor. Right.
29
EVELYN
Brodie told me we needed to leave early in the afternoon for our date and had helpfully let himself into my room to browse my closet in order to choose a dress. The one he pulled out was short and silky, pale blue with a flirty skirt. Easy access kind of dress. He didn’tsaythat, but I definitely thought it.
I took my time getting ready, putting on makeup and curling my dark-purple-toned hair with butterflies wrecking mayhem inside my belly. I had no idea where he was taking me, only that it was a “work thing” in the closest bigger city, about an hour-and-a-half drive from Meadowridge.
When I was ready with glittery heels on and a coat draped over my shoulders, I left my room. Two steps down the hall, I heard the raised voices from downstairs. Most notably, Ethan’s raised voice.
“She isnotgoing with you, Brodie, and that isfinal!” he bellowed with so much authority, I nearly scurried back to my room to change before remembering that I was a fucking grown-ass woman and Ethan did not control me or my actions. With that in mind, I threw my head back and strutted myprimped ass right down the stairs and into the middle of their fight.
A fight that was cut off midsentencebymy appearance, as both guys watched me like they’d never seen a dress or a pair of tits pushed up in said dressbefore.
Ethan’s eyes darkened, and Brodie’s went all dreamy as he took a step toward me. “Evie babe,” he breathed. “Holy—You look like a fucking dream.” He leaned down, his lips brushing my cheek. “A wet dream.”
