Oakley.
“You’ve been fantasizing about this very moment now, haven’t you?” I ask, feeling my mind waging war on my body, which has no intention of listening. The words unleash a tornado raging beneath my skin as the climax of the storm brews dangerously.
“Oak,” she breathes my name, still watching me over her shoulder. “I-
I spank her ass again, making her whimper. “If you lie, I’ll know,” I murmur.
She keeps watching me over her shoulder, eyes full of desire. “I want you,” she breathes.
Those three words tear me apart as all my common sense eludes me. Eva is tempting the beast to come out and play. “Have you been using that vibrator on this pretty little pussy and thinking about me, Eva?” I ask, gently running a finger through her soaking wet arousal.
“Yes.” Her throat bobs as she continues to hold my gaze. “I’ve played with myself every night since we met, imagining you inside of me.”
I growl and pull her to her feet, yanking her against me.
“You are walking a dangerous line, Miss Carmichael.”
She licks her bottom lip, drawing my eyes to them. “Perhaps that’s what I want. Danger,” she murmurs.
My self-control obliterates as I crash my lips into hers, kissing her with pent-up and dark frustration. I let my hands slip lower to her ass, gripping each cheek hard as I pull her against me, wanting her to feel how hard she makes me.
Eva moans as her lips part for me, allowing my tongue entrance as I search her mouth. It’s as if I’m starving for her, and I need to suck the very essence of her into my body, infect my blood with her.
My common sense is no longer working as I slide my fingers between her thighs, feeling how wet she is. “Fuck,” I breathe against her lips before trailing them lower to her neck.
Eva is wetter than any woman I’ve ever had in my arms-so fucking wet. I let my finger delve into her warm heat, making her gasp. “Oak,” she moans my name softly, making me even harder.
After the way I snapped at her in the corridor yesterday morning, it’s a surprise she is here. It’s a surprise she hasn’t stayed far away from me.
“This is one time I want you to call me sir, Eva,” I growl against her skin.
Her eyes flash with such longing as she nods. “Yes, sir.”
I groan and capture her lips again, drowning in the utter deliciousness that is my student.
The student who is the offspring of my enemies. Reality snaps through me like a firm belt against my ass. I push away from Eva, startling her.
“Sir?” She stares at me with confusion and disappointment, her throat bobbing softly as she swallows.
I shake my head. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-”
Eva doesn’t allow me time to finish as she pushes forward and pulls my lips back to hers. “You should have,” she murmurs before slipping her tongue into my mouth tentatively.
The kiss is different, innocent, and uncertain as I allow her to lead it, allow her to kiss me at her pace. I softly place my hand on her hips, drawing her closer to me. This moment is perfect, wrapped in her arms, but I can’t stave off the darkness and the need to dominate as I tighten my fingers on her hips and force her to turn around, making her gasp as I hike up her skirt and slide a finger through her soaking wet cunt.
Eva gasps, glancing at me over her shoulder. “Sir?”
A loud knock comes at my office door, breaking through the cloud of insanity that had taken over my mind.
I step back away from her, dropping the hem of her skirt. My finger is still wet from delving inside of her tight virgin pussy.
What the fuck am I doing?