With a more hopeful expression, Professor Hughes smiled. “I hope this doesn’t deter you from the second session.”
I couldn’t help the half laugh–half snort that escaped my mouth.
“I know there are a lot of other students who are interested in hearing about your career.” The woman still had a serious look on her face. Instead of laughing me out of the classroom, she was encouraging me to continue.
Despite wanting to run screaming from the building and never look back, I wasn’t a person who reneged on an agreement. “I made a commitment. I’ll be there.”
Most of the kids had already filed out of the classroom by the time I made my way up the stairs. Grace waited for me at the entrance, chewing on her thumbnail in nervousness.
I stopped right in front of her and she had to crane her neck in order to look into my eyes. “It wasn’t that bad.”
This time a full-out laugh escaped. “It was a disaster.”
She licked her lips and immediately mine remembered just what her skin tasted like slicked with sweat.
Damn it! Stop thinking about sex.
“All they did was accuse, and ask me invasive questions like I was some kind of monster.” I hung my head. In all the years I’d worked in porn this had been the most aggressive and blatant grilling I’d ever received.
“I’m so sorry.” She reached behind my head and pulled my hair from its bun. “I didn’t expect a class full of film students to get on a soapbox.”
I shook out my hair then ran my hands over my head. “It was the suit, wasn’t it? If it looks like a douche…”
“It was your first time doing something like this. It takes practice. You just have to build your confidence.” She placed her hand on mine, threading our fingers together. We had been intimate in several ways, on many occasions now, but this was somehow more intimate than any sexual act we could perform.
I pulled our hands up and rested them against my chest. “I don’t need to practice. I need to never do that again.”
“But you still have the second session.”
I did. And I wasn’t going to back out, because I had made a commitment.
“With twi
ce as many people. Why don’t I just bring my own cross and make it easier for them to hoist me up.”
Somehow she had slipped her arm through mine and was now flush against the side of my body. Why hadn’t I noticed that her stockings had a line up the back? Why hadn’t I noticed that her lips were the perfect shade of red to smear all over my cock?
Get a grip, Lockwood. This isn’t just about sex.
There was something about Grace that made it different. It wasn’t so hollow. So pointless.
I wrapped my hand around her bicep and pulled her past the classroom, into the stairwell just to the left. The heavy door banged closed behind us, echoing in the emptiness.
“Why do I get the feeling that we won’t be talking about the session anymore?”
I bracketed her against the wall, resting my forearm above her head. My fingers itched to touch her, so I reached out and slid my finger down a thick lock of her hair and secured it behind her ear.
She turned into my touch, but her hands were secured behind her back, as if she didn’t trust herself to have them free. I knew what that felt like. I had no willpower when it came to Grace Nolan.
“Why does everything turn to sex with us?” She stared up at me from under heavy lids. The thick black lashes fluttered when my finger trailed down her neck to her collarbone and infiltrated her button-down shirt.
“You don’t approve?”
I sure as hell did. Considering my dick twitched inside my pants at the sight of her black lace bra that was now exposed. The substantial height difference allowed me to see right down her shirt. My mouth watered to run across her skin, to lick and suck the perfect swell of her breasts and the subtle lines of her cleavage.
So I did.
I leaned down, pressing my lips to the warm, soft flesh. Her body shuddered the moment I made contact. It didn’t take many kisses for her to fist my jacket and pull me closer; and as I continued my gentle seduction, her head fell back against the wall, opening her neck up to more attention.