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  “Fine.” He shucked his socks and stepped out of his boxer shorts. His cock, already engorged, pointed to her. “Good thing I like getting naked.” He bobbed his eyebrows. “Freeing, really.”

  “You also owe me.” She sat back down and sprawled out on the chair. “Pay up.”

  “You’re fully dressed.” Not a problem, but he wanted to continue the game. He also wanted to explore the dominant streak she brought out in him.

  “Good point.”

  “Maybe you should help me. Stand up.” He nodded and stepped across the small room to where she sat. “Show me everything. Be a good sport.”

  “Oh, Mr. Pallas.” Melissa scooted out of her chair and dropped to her knees. “I like when you take control.” She glanced up at him, then licked her lips. With both hands around his cock, she swiped her tongue along the blunt head of his dick. He shivered.

  “Yeah.” He petted her hair. “Take me in.” Adam guided himself into her mouth and shifted his hips.

  She hummed, sending his senses reeling. His blood ran white hot.

  “Melissa.” He tipped his head back and gave in to the velvet of her tongue caressing him. Each time they fooled around, she nudged him right to the edge in seconds. “I want to be inside you.” Yes, he’d barely given in to her blowjob, but he needed her too much. He pulled out of her mouth and helped her to her feet. With little finesse, he yanked her shirt up over her head, then tossed the garment. Melissa then shimmied out of her jeans. He scooped her into his arms and sat on the couch. No time to walk the short distance to the bed. He needed this—needed her—right now.

  “Adam? I like this side of you.” Melissa grinned. Bra still in place, but panties gone, she wrapped her arms and legs around his body. “I’ve got condoms in the little drawer here.” She reached across him and pulled a rubber from the drawer in the small side table.

  “Good girl. Put it on me.” He wasn’t sure where the dominant streak came from, but he wouldn’t trade it for the world. When he took control, Melissa responded. Hell, she came alive and rode him harder.

  She bit her bottom lip and rolled the condom down his cock, then climbed on. She didn’t remove her bra. Her breasts bounced with each thrust. God. He didn’t know how he ended up with Melissa, but he praised whatever force helped them along. She squeezed him from within and moaned. A fine sheen of perspiration glittered on her pale skin. She closed her eyes and dug her nails into his shoulders.

  “Missy.” He only called out that name during sex, but it seemed so fitting. They were so much closer than just friends or even friends with benefits. He grasped her hips, thrusting deep inside her, then pulling out until just the head of his dick was still inside her.

  “Adam.” She clawed at him. “Adam.” Melissa rolled her body forward, curling against him. “So close.”

  “Come for me,” he whispered. “Come with me.” Adam shuddered and buried his face against her neck. The orgasm building in his belly overwhelmed his body. He groaned. “Baby.” His seed filled the condom and he sagged on the couch. Head to toe, he was totally wrung out.

  Melissa trembled. She tucked her arms tight to her torso and cuddled into his chest. She breathed hard and didn’t say a word.

  The sound of the post game filled the room, but Adam hardly heard a word of what the announcers said. Melissa consumed him. The rest of the world faded away except for her.

  “Adam?”

  “Right here, babe.”

  “What are your fantasies?” She huddled in his arms. “What turns you on?”

  Hell. How was he supposed to answer this? He enfolded her in his arms. “I’m evolving.” Stupid response, but true. “I haven’t decided what all turns me on, but all my fantasies feature you.” He winced. Too much information? Too honest?

  “Good answer.” She sat up. “You’re in mine, too.” She trailed her fingers up and down his chest. “What’s something you’ve always wanted to try in bed, but haven’t? I’m sure you’ve got a long list of things you’ve done.”

  “Not quite.” She opened the conversation, he’d tell her the truth. “I’ve slept with a total of three women in my entire life—including you. I strike out ninety percent of the time. I’m either ‘good friend material’ or ‘a good time, but not forever’.” He met her gaze. “I’m a dork.”

  “Slightly nerdy is very sexy.” She draped her arms around his neck. “So what would you like to try?”

  What a loaded question. “I like to watch porn—sometimes. Not all the time. We could watch some together.” His limp dick slipped from her pussy. Christ. She would ask this stuff right after sex. “What about you?”

  “I’m game to watch a porno with you. It’s healthy to watch dirty movies. I get ideas and most of the time, I don’t end up paying much attention because I’m too busy making the guy I’m with happy. In this case, you.”

  The tips of his ears burned. Embarrassment washed over him. He needed to get over his nerves around her—fast.

  “Adam.” She scooted closer to him, belly to belly. “There’s a strong man inside you. When you’re teaching, you’re confident. That same confidence comes out when we’re together and making love. I like the shy inner dominant.”

  “I’m strong because I’m with you.”

  Chapter Six

  “You’re strong no matter what.” No wonder the guy hadn’t been with many women. Someone ripped his confidence to shreds. Geez. Melissa sobered. Seemed like getting kicked around by life wasn’t just her issue. She’d make her life’s work bringing his confidence back. Every sexy moment, she’d do it. “I see lots of good in you, Adam. Look at our runs. You never thought you’d be able to keep up with me. Now you just about outrun me and we jog five days a week. You’re not hiding in your clothing. You look good and I’m not the only one who noticed.”

  “Melissa.”

  “Then there’s the class challenge. Remember August? You thought you’d never be able to handle the larger load and you have.” She cupped his jaw in both hands. “You’re a rock star in the history world.” She swiped her thumb across his bottom lip. “Call me Missy.”

  “Only your brothers can call you that.”

  “And people I care about.”

  “You care about me?”

  “Yes. You’re not a jerk or a cocky bastard. You’re a strong, sexy man who is very important in my life.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Uh-huh.” Everything tingled and her stomach flip-flopped. She had to tell him. “You’re the only guy other than Kevin to know about my fetish.” She held her breath awaiting his answer.

  “Role playing?”

  “Role playing, yes, and domination play.” She curled her fingers under his chin. “I like being tied up, too.” There. She’d told him everything. “I need to be in control most of the time, but when I’m having sex, I like when the guy tells me what to do.” He stared at her, mute. Crap. Melissa caressed his cheek. “I don’t have to get tied up every time and I do like spontaneity. I like to pretend I’m me, but another version of me.” Her heart sank. “You’re freaked, aren’t you?”

  “I’m not freaked. I’m intrigued and turned on, but definitely not freaked.” This time he cupped her jaw in both hands. “You will teach me the ways of role play, won’t you, mistress? You’ll show me how to please you in every way? I want to learn.”

  She shivered. “You’re playing with me, baby. The ride is the best part. Do you trust me?”

  “Oh yeah.”

  * * * * *

  For the next two weeks, Melissa and Adam stayed inside for their jogs and ran the hallways after school. Some days two of the other English teachers joined them, but most of the time she and Adam were left alone. On the weekends, one slept over at the other’s apartment. The routine worked out well, giving them plenty of time to see each other without smothering.

  Adam tapped the test papers together to straighten them, then placed them in a file folder.

  “Viva la Reformation,” he murmured. The unit on
the Reformation went smoother than he planned. He loved teaching about the way the world changed and couldn’t wait for the unit on the Counter Reformation and the consequential Age of Enlightenment.

  His phone pinged with an incoming text. Had to be Melissa. No one else texted him. He retrieved the message.

  My place @ 7:30 leave inhibitions at the door

  He held the phone to his chest and grinned. God, he cared about this woman. Adam stuffed the papers into his bag and gathered the rest of his things. Seven-thirty couldn’t get there fast enough. He hurried home. Her words played on a loop in his brain. Leave inhibitions at the door. What did she have in mind? He shivered and stumbled into his apartment. Did he care what she’d planned?

  Adam blew through a shower in no time, taking care to shave the hairs off his chest. Maybe some people liked fur, but not him. He stared at himself. Damn. The running and ego boost did wonders for his physique. He flexed his biceps. For the first time since they’d hooked up, he started to see what Melissa saw in him. Well, in the physical sense.

  Time to head to her apartment. He couldn’t slow his heart rate to the normal range. Blood thumped in his ears as he drove across town. His cock throbbed and he bounced his left knee. He stopped at all the traffic lights and followed the speed limit, but the drive to Melissa seemed to take no time at all. He stood outside her door and forced himself to breathe.

  The door opened and Melissa stood on the other side. She’d worn her hair in two ponytails. A white bustier emphasized her cleavage and tiny waist. He trailed his gaze down her body. The plaid skirt barely covered her modestly. She’d donned knee-high socks and black patent leather shoes. If he stared at the shiny black material, he’d be able to see up that miniskirt.

  “Mr. Pallas.” She toyed with the red necktie dangling between her breasts. “I’m so glad you’re here. I needed to discuss a very important matter with you.” She pursed her lips. The crimson stain accentuated her pout.

  “I see.” He stepped into her apartment. “You have been late with your assignments.” He dropped his duffle bag on her chair and scratched the cat behind the ears. “What are you thinking you should do about these assignments?”

  Melissa dropped the tie and twined her fingers together. “I can’t possibly get them done. There’s too much to do. Maybe I can do something else in return for them? I need to pass your class. If I don’t…” She slinked toward him and closed the door. “Can you help me?”

  Thank God she wasn’t one of his true students and this wasn’t school. He had too many dirty thoughts running through his head. He scratched his chin. “Hmm. Every late assignment can be turned in for corporal punishment. You’ve missed what…ten?”

  “Eleven or twelve.” Her eyes sparkled and she licked her bottom lip.

  “You’re much too excited about this.” He brushed past her and sat on the couch. “I want you on your hands and knees across my lap.”

  Melissa smoothed her skirt, then stepped toward him. Before she could lean over, he stopped her. He loved her zeal, but needed to be sure they had some boundaries. He needed to be sure she was safe.

  “Tell me your word.”

  “Waterfall.” Melissa dropped to her knees. “I won’t use it unless I need to. I trust you to please me and to know when I can’t handle it.” She kissed him on the cheek. “I love that you’re looking out for my safety. Thank you.”

  “Always.” He patted his lap. “Now about those assignments.”

  Melissa crawled across his thighs, presenting her ass. The skirt slipped higher on her creamy skin and exposed the thong between her ass cheeks. “I’m ready, Mr. Pallas.”

  Adam flexed his hand, then smoothed his fingertips over her butt. “You like this too much.” He smacked her ass twice. “Too much. You wanted this instead of turning in the assignments, didn’t you?” He spanked her again, three more times. “Tell me.”

  “I do, Mr. Pallas.” She moaned and fisted her hands on the floor. “Feels good.”

  “Oh?” He slapped her right ass cheek twice, then once on the left side. Adam rubbed her reddened skin. The heat seared him to his core. “How many am I up to?” He wanted to challenge her. “Tell me.”

  “Eight,” she replied. “I deserve at least four more.”

  “Good answer. You will be rewarded.” Using both hands, he swatted her ass. Four spankings, with a fifth in the middle of her butt. “You’ve been very bad. Have you learned your lesson?”

  “Thank you, Mr. Pallas. I have.” Melissa slid from his lap and knelt at his feet. “What else can I do to make up the rest of my work?” She splayed her hands on his upper thighs. “Maybe a little tutoring?”

  “You should.” He scooted back in his seat and draped his arms on the armrests of the chair. Power surged through him. His cock, already hard, pressed against his zipper. “Take care of me and I’ll think about erasing some of those missing assignments.”

  “Yes, Mr. Pallas.” She smiled, then unzipped his pants. Melissa eased his trousers and boxers out of the way. With her gaze on his, she licked the length of his cock.

  Adam gripped the armrests. Holy shit. She flicked her tongue along his shaft and wrenched the breath from his chest. He groaned. “Yeah, like that. Suck my dick.”

  She bobbed her head, taking him into her mouth to the back of her throat and then letting him out. Her teeth raked along his hypersensitive skin. Melissa dug her nails into his thighs, sending sparks through his veins.

  “Beautiful.” He threaded his fingers into her hair. “I like that.” He shifted his hips, giving her more access to his manhood. “Take me in.”

  “Yes, sir,” she replied, then buried her nose in his pubic hair. Her warm breath tickled and the vibration of her hums struck him deep. The flowery scent of her perfume wrapped around him. He loved the velvet of her tongue on his cock.

  Adam guided her in her movements and rocked his hips. Each time she swallowed him, he tumbled closer and closer to orgasm. His belly flip-flopped and he rested his head on the back of the chair. Damn. Right on the edge.

  “Missy…” he panted, unable to verbalize anything else. He couldn’t think, just feel. “I need to come.”

  “Yeah,” she said around his dick. Melissa took him to the back of her throat and increased her suction.

  The rest of the world melted away except for her. His restraint snapped and he gave into the climax. Melissa swallowed his load. The mirth in her eyes matched the smile on her lips when she sat back on her heels. She wiped her chin.

  “Mr. Pallas.” She stood, but leaned over in the process and rubbed her barely contained breasts on his chest. “I still need punished. Lots of punishment.”

  “You will be.” She wanted him to think straight at a moment like this? He watched her from under heavy-lidded eyes. “You’ve been a naughty girl, dressing like that.” He shook his head. “Violating the dress code.”

  “Oh my.” She batted her lashes. “What should I do to fix it?”

  “Strip.”

  Melissa slid her hands over her upper body, then grabbed the ends of the neck tie. The red strip of fabric gave way and ended up in her palm. She draped the article of clothing around his neck.

  “That was constricting,” she said, then removed her glasses. When she whipped around, the skirt fluttered about her hips. She glanced over her shoulder, then kicked out of the high-heeled shoes.

  Melissa turned around and danced for him, shifting her hips and palming her breasts. She tipped her head back. A moan escaped her throat. She’d just gotten him off, but hell, he was ready to go again.

  “Mr. Pallas, I need help.” She angled her body to offer the side of the skirt to him. “It’s stuck.”

  “Uh-huh.” He grabbed the sides of the garment and pulled. The Velcro gave way, revealing the skimpiest pair of panties he’d ever seen. Two ties with hardly any silk to cover her pussy. The view certainly clued him into one thing—she’d shaved.

  “Do you like?” She hooked her index fingers around the
loose ends of the ties. The knots gave way, baring her body from the waist down. “Mr. Pallas, I want to please you. What would you like me to do?”

  So many things he could do and he had the whole weekend to do them to her. He spied a set of handcuffs on the coffee table. Those would work nicely. Or he could use the necktie on her. He’d give her the hottest night of her life.

  Adam stood and toyed with the zipper on the front of the bustier. “On the bed,” he ordered. “Now.”

  Chapter Seven

  Melissa shivered. What did he have in store for her? She clasped her hands behind her back and gave him free rein to do whatever he wanted.

  “What’s your safe word?” he murmured and tugged the zipper pull on her lingerie. Adam exposed only an inch of her skin before he stopped.

  “Waterfall. I’m good. Don’t need to use it.” She stuck her chest out, silently begging him to remove the bustier.

  “Good girl.” He released the zipper pull, then strolled around her. “I said I wanted you on the bed, but I want you to undress me first.” He stopped behind her. His breath warmed her neck. “Where are the keys to these cuffs?”

  He wanted to use those? Yes. “On the counter beside the sculpted blue candle.”

  “Perfect. Now do as I asked.”

  Melissa turned around. She smoothed her hands up and down his chest before she popped the first button on his shirt. With each open button, she revealed a bit more of his skin. Her mouth watered. The running helped to sculpt his body. She parted the shirt and bit back a moan. He’d shaved, too. She fought the urge to tweak his flat nipples. Instead, she balanced on the balls of her feet and slid his pants to the floor. His erection twitched. The scent of his arousal spiked her heart rate. She brushed her cheek against his cock, marking herself.

  “Nice.” Adam slid the elastics from her hair. “Better.” He gathered her tresses at the back of her head. “Come here.”

  She did as told, leaving his boxers in place.