Page 50 of That Pretty Pucking Mouth

I think that may make me too excited.

Fuck, I want to kiss her so bad right now.

I lean back, letting her words sink in. I wasn’t expecting her to draw a line so clearly, especially not like this. But damn if it doesn’t make her even more captivating.

“Interesting,” I murmur, my gaze never leaving hers. “You wanna keep this a secret?”

She crosses her arms, her chin lifting defiantly. “Yes, Thatcher. Someone has to.”

A smirk tugs at the corner of my mouth as I watch her, defiant and so damn determined. She’s so fucking cute if she thinks this will work out the way she wants. Keep me a dirty secret? The thought almost makes me laugh. How do I tell her that stopped being an option the second she agreed to be mine?

I lean in slightly, my gaze locking onto hers, savoring the flicker of defiance mixed with unease in her eyes. I let the silence hang heavy between us, dragging it out until I see her start to second-guess her victory.

I don’t want to ruin the fun, so I say slowly, my voice low, almost taunting, “Fine, You can have your precious secret, Dove. No one else will know about us…as long as I get something in return.”

She narrows her eyes, studying me carefully. “What?”

My smirk widens as I take in her wary look. I fucking love this game with her. She’s definitely not going to like this.

“I get to touch you whenever and however I want—no complaints, no saying no.”

Her jaw clenches as she meets my gaze, the silent war raging across her face. She wants to push back, to hold on to her pride, but the truth is settling in. Her brow furrows, and she pouts those pretty fucking lips.

Fuck me.

God, that’s so fucking cute.

“You already agreed to be mine, Dove,” I murmur, leaning in just a fraction closer. “So, what’s the issue here?”

Her eyes narrow as she crosses her arms tighter over her chest, but she doesn’t say a word.

Grinning, I reach out, my fingers gently brushing her cheek as I trace the curve of her jaw. She stiffens at the contact but doesn’t pull away.

A pink blush blooms across her cheeks, and I can see her bottom lip tremble just a bit. It’s like she’s fighting herself, caught between wanting to resist and feeling the pull of me.

I watch her, my thumb slowly stroking her soft skin, savoring the way she reacts.

She swallows hard, her eyes darting away for a moment, but I don’t let her escape. My hand moves to the back of her neck, just enough to pull her closer, not giving her a choice but to face me.

“Stop fighting it, Dove,” I whisper.

Her chest rises and falls with shallow breaths, her lips parted like she’s about to say something—maybe protest, maybe argue. But nothing comes out.

I brush her lips with my finger, loving how smooth they are. Her defiant eyes glare at me, and I can’t help myself. I lick my lips and lean in just enough that my lips brush hers.

My voice drops to a near whisper, “Grab your things. We’re leaving before I bend you over and fuck you right here.”

The parking lot is relatively empty, only a few cars scattered between the spaces. Campus was winding down for the day. Perfect fucking timing.

I glance over my shoulder at my beautiful Dove, noticing how her steps have slowed, her hands clutching tightly at her bag strap. The fierce determination she had back in the classroom seems to have fizzled the moment I told her I’d bend her over and fuck her right then and there.

Her eyes dart nervously, and she swallows hard as I turn toward my car, parked at the far end of the lot. It’s in a pretty secluded spot, something I didn’t do intentionally, but now? Now, this is fucking perfect.

I stop next to my Tesla, turning to face her. Her gaze flickers to mine before quickly shifting away, her fingers gripping the strap of her bag even tighter. I can almost laugh at how meek she’s acting now. Was all that fire back at the classroom for show? Or is she upset I didn’t call her my girlfriend?

In one practiced motion, I unlock the car and pull open the door.

“Get in,” I say, nodding toward the passenger side. My voice is low, steady, leaving no room for argument.

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