Page 8 of Such a Bad Girl

‘Are you alright, Sir?’

Fuck me. The breathy Sir on her lips had me halfway to hard.

Fear crossed her face as she hit the wall, and Iknew I was too close. Too intimidating. But I couldn’t let up. Not with her in touching distance.

‘I’m not alright. I’mdying.’

Her mouth gaped, and all I wanted was to shove my tongue inside. ‘You’re... dying?’

‘Dying to talk to you. Dying to touch you. Dying for you to notice me every second of the day.’ God, I sounded pathetic, my voice turning gravelly with need. But I couldn’t help it.

‘Sir, you’re my Professor.’

Those dark eyes glittered despite her protest, and I leant closer, placing a hand on the wall next to her head. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed, her teeth catching her lower lip.

‘Can you tell me you don’t feel it?’ I asked, hyper-aware that her lips were only two inches from mine. The sweet smell of cherry wrapped around me, her perfume, I guessed, pulled my mouth even closer.

‘I—’ Her chin tilted upward a touch, and I grazed her throat with the fingertips of my unoccupied hand, feeling the dancing of her pulse beneath them. ‘I feel it too.’

I searched her eyes, trying to understand my overwhelming obsession with my student. All I found was a well of desire reflecting my own.

‘Rebecca,’ I demanded, tighteningmy fingers around the silken expanse of her throat to force her chin higher. Her sweet breath tickled my lips as I moaned. Having her caged between me and the wall felt so right. Like it was exactly where she belonged.

‘Bex,’ she whispered as her pupils dilated, her glossed lips parting. My heart all but ripped through my chest with the ferocity of my need. Could she feel it? Hear it?

Her breath caught as I clenched my hand, stealing the air from her. She liked it. The whimper, strangled but audible, beneath my hand told me so.

‘Who the fuck are you?’ I asked, our lips only a hairsbreadth apart.

‘You have no idea...’

A noise to my left had me dropping my arms, freeing her from the trap I’d made with them. I turned, all erection and bubbling fury, to see the students from my next lecture pouring in.

Shit.

The last thing I needed was teaching a class full of students with a rock hard dick and Rebecca on my brain. I turned to her, to let her know I’d find her later.

An empty space met me.

My nails bit into my palms as I clenched my fists, cursing my class silently.

They’d stolen my kiss.

They’d be lucky if I didn’t fail every single one of their sorry asses.

CHAPTER SIX

REBECCA

The library,with its dusty corners and dimly lit shelves, had become something of a sanctuary for me.

When the girls were busy—often, seeing as they both had a million extracurriculars—I studied late into the night. My flask cup kept me topped up with at least lukewarm coffee for most of the night, and the librarian had taken to overlooking the snacks I’d surreptitiously popped from my bag into my mouth one by one.

We’d come to some sort of unspoken truce, the librarian and I, after her mirth at my terror. Making an ass of myself had softened her a touch. She’d give me a nod as she went for her break, but otherwise, we mostly sat in comfortablesilence.

Of course, other students flitted in and out, a warm trickle of bodies that gave the old space life.

Books had always welcomed me in times of solitude. They waited to capture me in their pages, grabbing me by the hand and pulling me through their tales when I was too busy for my own. I’d spent everything focusing on getting to Willem College, and in doing so, I’d foregone so many adventures of my own.

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