“It’s not a shitshow.” Silas rolls his eyes. “It’s going great. These recipes are going to make it even better.”
“Great.” I glance toward my brother. “Sounds like you got your answer then. So, I guess you’ll be leaving.”
“No,” Rosie smiles and waves her hand to stop the arguing, “it’s okay. You two should catch up. I really have to run. It was nice meeting you, Silas.”
I don’t bother to glance back to see whatever shit-eating grin my brother is offering, instead I keep my focus on Rosie.
“Are you sure you want to leave? I could have him in a hotel room a mile from here in ten minutes. Besides, we should talk.”
“You can talk to me on the way out.” She shifts her weight toward the door, waving at my brother again before stepping into the hallway.
“I’m sorry about all that. I forgot he was coming.”
“That’s totally fine! My friend Ellie stops by unannounced all the time. I get it. It’s nice to have people that love us.”
“Sometimes, yes,” I manage, scratching my beard. “Tonight, though, I could’ve used a second to talk to you.” We stop at the front door, and I stare down at the sweet girl I’ve broken the rules with. “I hope you didn’t feel obligated because of the position of power I’m in. I—”
“I didn’t feel obligated.” She tips up onto her toes and down again, twisting her hair around her index finger. “I like the way you touch me, Professor Wilder.”
My cock presses against my zipper as the monster rumbles inside of me. “I like the way you feel, Rosie, a lot,” I exhale slowly, dropping my gaze to the ground before lifting it again, “but I’m not sure how to navigate this. I mean, it was inappropriate of me to order you around like I did tonight, and furthermore, I shouldn’t have offered up the punishment for the classroom.”
She bites back a grin, a tiny wrinkle blooming next to her nose in the most adorable way. “You were caught up in the moment. I get it. No big deal. We can forget tonight ever happened.”
I draw in a breath, her creamy scent still all over me like beautiful torture. How the fuck do I navigate this? I don’t want to forget tonight ever happened. I want to relive it over and over again. I want her sunk to her knees, gagging on my cock. I want to pound her little pussy until it’s red and sore.
“I don’t want to ignore whatever this is, but I think it’s smart that I try and do the right thing here. You’re young, you’re susceptible to pressure, and apparently, I’m very susceptible to you.”
“What’s the right thing?” Her tone is soft and innocent as she looks up at me with big, blue eyes.
I have no idea how I’ll ever uphold the right thing when my balls draw up at the mere sight of her. “The right thing is to keep you away from me before I ruin you.”
“Right.” She nods, her eyes glossy. “That sounds like the right thing.”
Jesus Christ, is she going to cry?How could I let myself lose control like I did tonight? How could I let myself hurt such an innocent girl?
“I should probably go,” she continues. “My dad is blowing up my phone.”
I nod, and though the monster trying to claw its way out of me is demanding I grip her up right now, fuck her hard, and claim her as my own, I know that can never be my reality.
“Let me know when you get home safe.”
She shakes her head and stares back at me as she opens the door to the cold, dark night. “I don’t think I should. It’s best that we let all this go right here.”
My stomach twists, my fists clench, and something dark inside me erupts. This isn’t what I wanted. Not even close.
