“Like what?”
“Professor-y. I wish I were one of your students, and you call me to your office, tell me to bend over and bare my ass so you can spank me all you want.”
“I don’t want…” I hissed as he sprayed alcohol on my calf. My hand grabbed the medicine bottles. There were pretty strong, and mostly prescription only drugs in here. I shook my head and popped something safe. An Advil and Tylenol mix. “I don’t like… The last time I checked I am a vanilla girl all the way, and I don’t spank my students.”
He gave me his wide smile and patched the wound. “Shame.”
“Inferno…please leave.”
Carefully, he put my leg down and moved closer. His knee brushed mine. His hot breaths, surprisingly, didn’t stink. In fact, he smelled of blazing, spicy cologne that seemed to have been made in hell. “And if I don’t?”
My heart pounded in my chest, and I found myself lost in the green of his eyes that suddenly looked so familiar. This wasn’t right. “I’ll call for Dasher,” I whispered.
“No, you won’t.”
“Yes, I will.”
He tucked my hair behind my ear. “Wanna bet?”
What the hell was happening here? Why wasn’t I moving or yelling? Why was I not pushing him away? Why was I looking at his lips?
“I know exactly what you want, Vixen. And only I can give it to you,” he murmured.
“What do I want?” I asked, almost in a trance.
“To hurt your brother like he hurt you, but not so much because you love him. What’s better than sex with a friend of his to piss him off? Isn’t that what you were trying to do since you accepted Slasher’s invitation to the party?”
“Just some flirting to make him mad, not sex,” I confessed.
“But then he almost killed two people in front of you, hurting you some more, and you wanted to do more than just flirting. And even better if you do it with all of his MC brothers. That will break his bond with them and get him to leave this family you hate so much.”
I nodded. The ability to lie seemed to have been taken away from me. How could he dig so deep into my subconscious, read my desires so clearly? See what I hadn’t even confessed to myself yet?
“Slasher was busy with Medusa, and your pride took over. Mad Dog is your student, so you couldn’t risk it with that job you want so much. Terror is a lost cause for now.” The back of his hand brushed my face ever so softly. “That leaves me for tonight. The Enforcer by day, submissive masochist by night who intrigues you as a case…and makes your pussy so fucking wet because you like power play even if you deny it.”
The ice melted at my heat. “I do like power play. I came all the way to be my ex’s boss and see him hurt over it. I didn’t know it…appealed to me sexually as well,” I blurted, my chest rising and falling with every word.
“I’m yours for the night,” he whispered in my ear. “Command me, Miss Legend.”
As tempting as this was, I was still thinking about my brother. “What about Dasher? He can hurt you.”
His breaths tickled my neck. “Good.”
With that, I held his face between my palms and kissed him. His lips slow-burned me with their softness. My body shivered as his beard scratched my chin and jaw.
“May I touch you, Professor?”
“Yes, you may. Take off your shirt first and show my feet some love?” That came out as a question, not a command. Awkward. I bit my lip, trying to get into character. This was very new to me.
“With pleasure.”
I tossed the useless ice bag aside, the robe opening wide, and ogled at his muscles, especially the deep, sinewy V along his hips. I was certain he could see my hardening nipples through the thin gown, but I didn’t care. Actually, I liked that he could see them, and I liked that the bulge in his jeans was swelling as he did.
“Drop the pants, too,” I said, more assertive this time.
“Yes, Miss Legend.” He unbuckled his belt slowly, inducing an impatient sigh from me and a desperate gush from mypussy. Oh my God. I couldn’t believe I was using this word now. But no other word would have gone with this striptease.
He kicked his boots and finally dropped his jeans and boxers, freeing a throbbing, delicious erection.
