Page 24 of Private Tutoring
Stephen stopped wiping down my stomach. His fingers flexed at the juncture of my thighs. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” I tried to breathe, but it was useless. I curled my hands into fists, using the pressure of my nails in my palms to ease the building tightness in my chest. “I’m not sorry this happened.” I needed them to understand that.
“Neither are we.” Roberto reassured me with a grin and a kiss on the cheek.
Matthew wrung out the towel he’d been using to wipe my arms and chest. “We should consider next steps.”
“What do you mean?” The question squeaked out of me.
Stephen’s eyes found mine. “This needs to be a one-time thing. There is too much at risk.”
My throat knotted even though he’d said exactly what I was thinking. “It would be a problem for all of us if anyone finds out.” I had almost as much at stake as them. The loss of their careers was a huge risk.
My stomach pitched into a tight ball as disappointment overwhelmed me. One night with them was never going to be enough. But it had to be. My career was my life, my ultimate dream. How could I even consider sacrificing that for sex?
“Stephen’s right.” Matthew sounded disappointed, but when I looked at him, he offered a soft smile and ran his thumb over my lips. “You are amazing.”
“Not amazing enough to keep this going.” I tried to keep my voice from quivering. The crush I’d harbored on Roberto spreadto all of them. I’d felt the pull of attraction for each of them, but now that I’d had them inside me, it grew by leaps and bounds.
One sexual encounter should have been enough to satisfy me. It wasn’t. All it had done was unlock feelings I’d kept trapped for months.
I drew in a shuddering breath and stood. “I should go.”
“Are you okay?” Roberto stopped me with a hand on my arm. It was soft and soothing, exactly like Roberto.
The urge to fall into his arms almost overwhelmed me. I straightened my spine and stepped into his arms. The feel of our naked skin brought an immediate reminder of how he’d felt inside me, and I stepped back. “I’m fine. But if this is going to be a one-time thing, I need to leave.”
I had to go before I dropped to my knees and did everything in my power to try and convince them we could make this work.
They followed me into Roberto’s office, each of them picking up my clothes from the floor and helping me dress before they pulled on their clothes.
“We can’t walk out together.” We all knew it, but I had to say it before I lost my nerve. I needed time and space to come to terms with my new reality.
I’d had sex with my professors. It was the best night of my life, and I could not talk about it to anyone. It could never happen again.
12
STEPHEN
Watching Harmony walk away while I stood back was one of the hardest things I’d ever done. Not the hardest, but it rattled me how badly I needed reassurance that we hadn’t done her any harm. I had to at least make sure she made it to her car okay, and once she ducked into the driver’s seat and wheeled out of the parking lot, I released a tense breath.
Absolute quiet settled over me when the drone of her engine faded. Where was she staying? What if something happened to her on her way home?
The loose, satisfied feeling I’d experienced in the moments following our sexual encounter dissolved, leaving my muscles tense and unyielding. My jaw worked in time with my steps, and by the time I walked into Roberto’s office, the threat of exposure loomed overhead with unyielding strength.
Matthew sat in the chair where we’d emptied ourselves onto Harmony. A lazy smile appeared, but it fell away when he took stock of my expression. “What?”
Roberto walked out from behind the desk, holding out a bottle of water he’d taken from the small refrigerator. “I thought you’d at least wait until tomorrow to look that way.”
“Tomorrow?” I shook my head. “We made a mistake.”
Having sex with Harmony had felt right. Too right. Guilt clawed through me, leaving behind gaping wounds. My heart jackhammered in my chest as I fought the sense of regret. I took the bottle from Roberto and cracked the seal, drinking half of it before I slammed it onto the desk and took stock of the room.
Matthew remained calm, his clothes rumpled and hair wild. Roberto wore a satisfied smile that flickered into concern. His desk was a mess of crumpled papers and prints from my ass and Harmony’s hands. I heard her groans, her cries as she climaxed, and my balls tightened as I forced air into my lungs.
It smelled like Harmony. And sex.
Fuck. I wanted her again. Some wretched part of me wasn’t satisfied with a once-and-done. I bottled up that growing piece and stuffed it down into oblivion.
