Page 42 of The Naughty Professor
He chuckled, low and rough.“You’ll survive, trust me.”
Some fragments of reason surfaced long enough for me to find the emergency button again.I hit it, and the elevator jolted back to life.
He smiled against my lips.“Daddy, I want you so bad.”
I forced a breath.“Not another word.”
When the doors opened, we stepped into the dim hallway, our shadows stretching long beneath the low lights.My hands shook as I reached for my keys.They slipped from my fingers, and I knelt to retrieve them—then froze.
The denim of his jeans strained with the outline of his very large hard cock.
“Jesus,” I breathed, and as soon as I leaned forward to mouth it, a door opened somewhere down the hallway.I stood too fast, fumbling the key into the lock.The door swung open, and we stumbled inside.
Jax’s hands were on me again, his body pressing mine backward until the couch caught the back of my knees.I fell into it, and he followed, straddling me.
“We shouldn’t,” I whispered, even as my hands found the hem of his shirt, fingers slipping beneath to trace the lean muscles of his back.“We work together, and...”
“Says who?”Jax’s voice was a low growl that seemed to resonate in the very core of me.He dipped his head, pressing a searing kiss just below my ear.“Says the professor who’s had enough of rules?”
I groaned, tilting my head to give him better access.“You’re going to be the death of me, Jax.”
He pulled back just enough to meet my eyes, the intensity in his stare sending a jolt of electricity straight through me.“Or maybe,” he said, his lips curving into a wicked smile, “I’m going to bring you back to life.”
With that, he claimed my mouth again, and all my doubts, all my hesitations, dissolved in the heat of his kiss.Jax’s fingers deftly worked the buttons of my shirt, each one undone a surrender, a step further into the abyss.He broke the kiss, then his mouth followed the trail of exposed skin, tongue darting out to taste, to tease.I was moaning and gasping like I’d never been touched before.
“Tell me what you want, Professor,” Jax murmured, his breath hot against my chest.
I wanted to say something sexy, something that would keep me ahead, in control.But the words that tumbled out were raw and honest.“You.Just you.”
“You’ve got me,” Jax breathed.“Now take me to bed.”
ChapterFifteen
Jax
I’d barely made it through the bedroom doorway before Thorne’s back hit the wall.The look in his eyes wasn’t fear—it was disbelief, the kind that comes from wanting something too much and realizing it’s already happening.
For a second, neither of us moved.The world had gone quiet except for the sound of our breathing and the faint hum of the city through the windows.His shirt was open just enough to show the pulse at his throat.
“Hey,” I whispered, brushing my thumb along his jaw.“You okay?”
He nodded, though his chest rose and fell too fast.“I—yeah.It’s just…” He exhaled, the sound shaky.“It’s been a long time.”
“How long?”
“Since my divorce.”His voice cracked on the word.“I really want this.I want you.But—”
I pressed a finger to his lips.“No ‘buts,’ Professor.Just us.”
Something in him loosened.His shoulders dropped, and he looked at me like I’d just given him permission to breathe.
“This is gonna be a night you’ll never forget,” I promised.
I stepped back, just enough for him to see me.The lamp beside the bed threw a soft glow across the room, painting everything gold.I slipped out of my shirt first, the gauzy black fabric falling away like smoke.His gaze followed the motion, hungry and reverent all at once.
Then the boots, the jeans, slow, steady movements that made the silence thrum.His eyes tracked every inch, and for a heartbeat, the air between us felt alive—like static before lightning.
When I finally stood bare before him, he didn’t speak.He just looked.The professor mask was gone; what was left was raw and human and wanting.
