He flips the book closed again, and my heart lightens. Clearly, he just didn’t realize how intensely sexual the book would be. Now that he knows, he’ll let me read about Joe being a creep or something else far less arousing.
At least, that’s what I think until he hands the book back to me.
“I’m ready when you are.”
"But..."
"But what, Noelle?" He leans forward, placing his hands on the desk on either side of my legs. My heart is fucking pounding and I can scarcely breathe. I think I might actually pass out. His hands are so close to my legs, and he’s never leaned this c
lose to me before. I can smell him, and damn, does he smell good.
Lust joins the terror and anxiety twisting up my insides and once more, it’s all I can do not to jump down and run away.
I can’t, though. I can’t chicken out every time he pushes my limits and then be irate when he calls me a coward.
I finally manage, "But it's filthy..."
"So?" His intense stare never leaves mine. "We're both adults here, aren't we, Noelle?"
I hesitate. "Yes?"
"Yes, what?" he bites out.
My eyes widen. For a second, I forget what he wanted me to call him, but now I remember. “Yes, Sir.”
He eases back away from me. "That's better.”
Relief trickles through me, hearing the measured dose of approval in his voice again. I want more of it, and there’s only one order I’m currently resisting, so I also know how to get it.
Just in case I’m dim, he sits back in his chair and orders, “Start reading, Noelle."
I open the cover with shaky hands, flipping to the first page. Angel Young is filthy, and I don’t know how I’ll even read the first sentence, let alone the rest of the book. My voice shakes as I begin reading.
"She would never forgive him for leaving her after mere minutes every single time he filled her holes..."
Chapter Four
Callan
Noelle’s reward for surviving our first study session is dinner.
It was touch and go to begin with. For the first two pages, her voice shook as she read and she kept clenching her legs together, terrified they might come apart and give me a peek at the paradise between her creamy thighs.
Despite the temptation presented, I kept my eyes on her face. Since she was policing my gaze the whole time, that eventually made her more comfortable.
I’m in no rush with Noelle. If I just wanted to look at a woman’s pussy, I could’ve called any number of women to come in her place.
No, it’s Noelle I want to play with. I went into this knowing she wouldn’t be up to my speed—that’s half the fun of the pursuit. If I wanted to catch her, I could—easily—but then what would I do with her? It would be ill-advised to actually fuck this girl, no matter how tempting the prospect. Not only is she too young for me, she’s my student. A go at that pussy would very likely cost me my job.
Yep, I’m playing with fire, but I have no intention of stopping just yet.
After a couple pages, she lost some of her apprehension. I could tell she started getting into the story because her lips would curve up in response to lines and scenes she really liked.
By the end of the first chapter, I knew I would demand more. By the end of the second, I realized that wanting more than I should take with this girl might become a troubling trend.
I’m still going to enjoy her while I have her here, though.
Her reading complete, I let her close the book. I tucked my copy away in my desk drawer and told her not to cheat and read ahead on her own time.