Page 41 of The Naughty Professor
Jax stepped out, transformed again—tight jeans, black boots, a gauzy black shirt clinging to his skin, glitter still winking faintly along his throat.His hair was damp, eyes dark and bright all at once.He moved with a lazy confidence that sent my pulse racing.
He saw me and smiled, slow and knowing.“Hey, Professor.”
“Felix—” I started, then stopped.“Jax.”
“Mm-hmm.”He crossed the distance between us in two strides.Then his hands were on my chest, pressing me gently but firmly back against the wall.The world narrowed to the space between our breaths.
Before I could speak, he kissed me.
If the first kiss had been shocking, this one was surrender.It wasn’t frantic; it was thorough.Intentional.My knees nearly buckled.
When he pulled back, his lips hovered just over mine.His voice dropped to a velvet whisper.
“Professor Carr,” he said, “are you ready for some private tutoring?”
* * *
The drive to my building was a test of endurance.
Jax lounged in the passenger seat, his jeans a second skin, that black shirt unbuttoned low enough to taunt the part of me that still believed in restraint.The remnants of glitter on his collarbones caught the streetlights like tiny stars, each one daring me to look closer.
I’d warned him—twice—to keep his hands to himself.He’d nodded solemnly, lips twitching with the faintest hint of mischief.Then the first stoplight turned red, and his hand found my thigh.
“Hands to yourself,” I said, though the words came out softer than I meant.
“Sure thing, Professor.”The title rolled off his tongue like a caress.
The light turned green.I exhaled.And then, at the next red light, his fingers wandered again—slow, deliberate circles working their way up my thigh.
By the time I pulled into the underground garage, my knuckles had gone white around the steering wheel.Every nerve in my body was alive, sparking against the tight coil of self-control I’d wrapped around myself for years.When we got out of the car, I nearly ran to the elevator on the other side of the garage, while Jax casually strolled up behind me, softly whistling.
“We have all night, Professor,” Jax murmured while we waited for the elevator.The damn thing took forever.I turned to him, and my knees nearly buckled when I saw him licking his lips.“There’s no rush.”
Finally, the doors slid open, and we stepped inside.It was all I could do not to attack him.But the security camera on the ceiling kept my hands firmly at my sides.
The elevator doors slid shut, and we stood inches apart, the hum of the motor vibrating faintly through the floor.I could see him in the reflection behind me—his gaze traveling over me like a touch he hadn’t yet dared to make.
“Seven floors,” I said, mostly to fill the silence.
Jax smiled, slow and predatory.“That’s six too many.”
The elevator crept past the fourth floor.Then—click.The sudden stop made my breath hitch.The red emergency button glowed beneath his fingers.
“Jax,” I warned, though even I could hear the fracture in my voice.“There’s, um, a camera.”
He turned toward me, the mischief in his smile sharpening into hunger.“Couldn’t wait.”
Then he closed the distance.
The first brush of his mouth was a spark; the second was a storm.My back hit the mirrored wall as his hand slid into my hair, tilting my head just so.His kiss was deep and certain, unhurried but merciless.The world narrowed to the taste of him—warm, insistent, and electric.
I caught his arms, meaning to push him away.Instead, I pulled him closer.The mirror was cool at my back; while he was all heat and motion in front.
Jax kissed like he danced—commanding, fluid, unrelenting.His fingers traced the line of my jaw, the side of my throat, down to the edge of my collar where the fabric met my skin.
“God, you make this too easy,” he murmured against my mouth.
“Easy?”I managed, breath catching.“I’m wondering if I’m gonna survive tonight.”
