Page 256 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 2
I opened my mouth to respond, but he cut me off.
“Don’t you fucking say a word.”
I wasn’t sure I’d ever seen him so pissed off before. Which was really saying something, because I pissed him off a lot.
“You think it made me happy seeing you in Matt’s jersey? Or dancing with Brendan? Or fucking molesting Mason’s abs?”
No.I was quite sure he felt the exact opposite of happy based on how he was glaring down at me.
“You drive me fucking crazy, Penny.” He wrapped his fingers lightly around my neck.
I swallowed hard. “It was a strip show…”
“Did I say you could speak, Miss Taylor?”
Fuck, I loved when he called me that. “No, Professor Hunter.”
He groaned and pressed his body more firmly against mine. I could feel how hard he was through his jeans.
He tilted his lips down to my ear. “I’m going to teach you a lesson. And I swear if you say another word you won’t be able to sit down tomorrow. Are we clear?”
Oh God, I loved when he spanked me. I absolutely wanted that. I held back a smile. “Whatever you say.”
His nostrils flared. “Put your hands on the podium. Now.” He let go of my neck.
I took a deep breath. I was tempted to say something else, but I really had never seen him look so mad. This was going to be amazing. I stepped past him and put my hands on the podium, arching my back the way he loved.
He groaned from behind me. But he didn’t instantly join me. I turned my head to look at him over my shoulder. He was leaning against the chalkboard, his arms crossed, just watching me.
“Face the class,” he said.
I turned away from him. Each second that ticked by made me want him even more. And then finally I heard him come up to me.
His fingers traced up the back of one of my thighs. Pushing my skirt up over my ass.
“This is not the dress you left in,” he said. “It’s even more risqué. Were you trying to drive me crazy? Or purposely making my friends wish they were the ones fucking you instead of me?”
I gasped when he spanked me. But that was not his palm. I looked over my shoulder to see the ruler in his hand.Fuck.
“Face the class,” he said again.
I immediately turned back around, my ass cheek singing with pain.
“It was the latter, right? You like the idea of my friends wanting to fuck you, you little slut.”
He swatted my ass cheek with the ruler again.
Oh God.
“Were you dripping wet when you touched them?”
“No…”
The ruler hit my ass again. “Did I say you could speak?”
No, Professor Hunter.
His palm gently ran across my sore ass cheek before he swatted it again.
