Page 115 of Even Exchange

“I think the lessons are working,” I tell her.

“Why do you say that?”

“You’re confident tonight.”And fuck, is it hot.

She slides a hand under my suit jacket, pushing it off to rub my torso. “I feel sexy.”

“You are.” A beat passes between us. I drag my hand down her leg to the slit of her dress and slide under, gripping her bare thigh. “Care for an extra credit opportunity on public fornication?”

She snorts. “Well, I definitely am hot for teacher.”

“Hmm,” I say, my fingers inching up her thigh.I am finding out what’s underneath this dress.

“Noah.” She giggles, placing a hand on mine and pausing it in place. “What if we get caught?”

“That possibility makes it all the more fun.” I bend down, placing a kiss on her neck.

“I don’t know…”

“Are you uncomfortable right now?” I ask, gripping her thigh.

“Maybe.”

“Because we’re in a closet or because you want me to stop?”

“Oh, god no. Don’t stop,” she tells me in a desperate plea. “I’ve just… never done something like this before.”

“Well, let me help you relax a bit.” I drop to my knees, and she grips my shoulders. I drag my hands down to her ankles, thumb brushing against the soft skin as I take off her heels. “Better?”

“Loads,” she says with a satisfied moan.

“That wasn’t the relaxing part.” Sliding my hands up her calves and past her knees, I inch the silk material to her thighs. “It’s a tragedy I can’t see you right now. You’re so beautiful.”

“How would you know if you can’t see me?”

“Because you always are.”

“Noah,” she says with a breath.

I push the material upwards, determined for an answer, and—“Fuck.”

“What?” she asks, tone panicked. My fingers trace the skin of her hips. Thebareskin.

“You’re not wearing any underwear,” I croak out, my mouth dry.

“I told you I wasn’t,” she reminds me, sounding pleased with herself.

My grip tightens on her hips in an attempt to ground myself. To stop myself from going too fast. To remind myself toenjoyher. To take my time.

“You’ve been walking around like this all night?” The room is quiet. “Charlotte?”

“I may have taken them off in the bathroom at Andi’s encouragement.”

I chuckle. “Well, thank her for me.”

“Is this the relaxing part?” she asks. “You massaging my ass?”

My hands seem to have wandered, squeezing tighter than intended. “I…” My mouth opens and closes, her sweet smell drawing me closer to that spot between her legs, the throbbing of my cock growing painful. “Fuck, I want you.”

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