Tempting Teacher (Tempting Nights #4)

Chapter One

~Alexander~

“ H ow much?”

“For?”

“Don’t try and be coy with me, Xander.” Her painted lips pursing into a tight smile as one perfectly sculpted brow arches.

She was right. I was being coy. And why not? It came with the territory. I knew exactly what she wanted, but sometimes making them come right out and ask for it was so much more fun. For me, of course. I swing my legs out from under the table, then cross one knee over the other. I bring the tumbler of whiskey I’m holding to my mouth and take a very slow sip, my eyes never leaving hers. I swallow, run my tongue across my lower lip to capture every bit of the savory liquid, and of course, to tease her. “Are you asking how much longer our date is?”

“No.” Her manicured nail taps against the stem of her champagne flute, then stops. “How much for you to fuck me?”

“Ah, that.” I cock one side of my mouth up, enjoying the flush that colors her cheeks. I decide I want to make her squirm just a bit more. “You understand that Temptations is a reputable escort agency? That you hire an escort to take you to dinner, or a ball perhaps, or maybe even to an awards show?” I take another taste of my drink, and continue to toy with her. “Have the contracts changed to include sexual favors?” I force a frown, shaking my head. “Someone has some explaining to do at Temptations.”

“Stop trying to embarrass me.” She hisses from across the table, leaning her body closer as she lowers her voice. “Marjorie Perkins said you might, said that you, that-“

I close the distance between us, my face now an inch from hers, and finish the sentence she can’t seem to complete. “That I might fuck you for the right price.”

Her eyes widen as she draws a sudden breath through flared nostrils, her exhale hot when she responds. “Yes.”

I shift my gaze to her mouth, her bottom lip currently clenched between her teeth, her red lipstick smearing. I love that she’s nervous. Most of the women that pose this question don’t even bother to ask. They simply assume. She’s certainly beautiful enough to make my dick hard. Fucking her wouldn’t be a hardship. But still, I want to know more. I was so tired of dates requesting I tie them up or spank them so they can live out some god damn fantasy they watched in a movie. I admit, at first, it was fun, but after a while, anything can get old.

And let’s be extra clear; taking money for sex is illegal in the state of New York. The agency I work for, Temptations, isn’t involved, or have knowledge of, these transactions in any way. Any risk I take in accepting or considering an offer like this is mine completely.

I reach out and use my thumb to tug her lip free, then swipe the pad against her teeth to remove the stain. “Aren’t you married Jessa? What aren’t you getting at home that you need from me?”

“Honestly?”

“That would be a nice change of pace.” I muse out loud.

“My husband has been screwing his secretary every Friday night for the past several months.” She huffs, rolling her eyes. “Yes, I know, so original of him, right?”

I shrug, not sure if she really needs a response. “Ah, so you want to get even.” It’s a declaration, not a question.

“Does that make me an awful person?”

“I don’t really think I’m in any position to judge. I fuck people for money.” Let’s also be clear; I never said I followed the law.

“You’ll do it then?” Hope blossoms across her features.

“What exactly do you want me to do?” I lean back, uncrossing my legs as I toss back the rest of my drink.

“I have a room reserved here. On the fifteenth floor. It faces my husband’s office. He’s working there right now. I want you to have sex with me in the window. I want him to see. I want him to get a taste of his own medicine.”

“Twenty-five hundred. Two hours. I’ll fuck you anywhere you want, anyway you want, in any hole you want.”

Her mouth forms a small O shape at my words, silence the only sound between us.

“To answer your original question of how much.” I lift my hand to flag the waiter for the check. “Plus, the cost of dinner of course.”

“Okay.” She stammers, pulling a black American Express card from an Hermes wallet that I’m sure cost more than most people’s monthly rent. She slides it into the leather binder the waiter left, raising her eyes to mine. “I’m assuming cash works best?”

“Cash is all that works.” I place my hand over her trembling one. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Yes.” She shifts her gaze to our joined hands, a nervous laugh tumbling from her. “No.”

I lift my hand and place it under her chin, raising it until she’s looking at me. “This is all about you. I’ll only do what you want. Nothing more. You’re in control here. I promise there is nothing to be scared of. At least, not from me.”

“What if he doesn’t even care?” Her voice is barely a whisper. “Then what do I do?”

“Then you have a different decision to make. One that I can’t make for you.” The waiter discreetly swipes the binder off the table, trying not to disturb us. “But I can promise you this, Jessa; between now and then, I’m going to make sure the only thing you think about is how good my cock feels inside of you.”

“Oh!” Her cheeks turn a lovely shade of pink, and I can’t help but wonder if her nipples are the same shade. Yes, that’s the kind of guy I am. What did you expect? You got the part where I fuck for money, right?

Ten minutes later she inserts a key card into the door of the room she’s reserved. Once we’re inside, she walks straight across the room to the full-size windows and pulls the curtains back until they are wide open. She lets out a small huff and then points. “There he is.” Her head shakes back and forth. “I think I hate him.”

I walk up behind her, looking over her head to where she’s pointing. “Good, it will make this easier.”

She spins around. “Do I pay you now?”

“Generally, after, but whatever makes you comfortable.”

“I want to pay you now.” She yanks her purse open to pull her wallet out. She extracts a wad of bills, all hundreds, and starts counting, then hands me the stack. “Twenty-five hundred.”

“Just happened to have that on you?” I murmur, folding the bills before slipping them into the inside pocket of my jacket.

“Well, Marjorie gave me a general idea of what to have with me.”

“Isn’t she helpful?” I smirk, shrugging the jacket off, folding it over a nearby chair. Her eyes follow me, but no other part of her moves. “How do you want to do this?”

“Can you just tell me what to do?” Again, with the lovely shade of pink on her cheeks.

“As in, you want me to take control, or you want me to walk you through what we can do?”

She shuffles her feet, her lip clenched between her teeth again as she nods.

I take three steps, stopping when I’m in front of her, and gently pry her purse from her fingers, setting it on the table next to her. “I need you to tell me which one.”

“Just take control.” She peeks up at me from under her long lashes. “It’s been so long I’m not even sure I remember how to do this anymore.”

What a fucking idiot her husband is. This woman is beautiful, and seems to be kind, and for some insane reason, still in love with him. No matter how much she tries to proclaim otherwise. I thread my fingers through her silky auburn strands to wrap a hand around her head, then tilt it back as I lower my lips to hers. I start slow, feathering kisses against the corners of her mouth, the top, and then the bottom before finally covering it entirely. When she parts her lips in a small sigh, I take advantage, sweeping my tongue inside, tasting her, shoving it deep when she opens further. Her arms latch around my neck, and she arches her body to mine, a small groan escaping from her.

I find the zipper on the side of her dress and pull it down, one click at a time, then slide my hand inside, pressing my fingers against her back to tug her even closer. She surprises me by drawing away, my hand coming free as she retreats a step, her chest rising and falling in time to the small pants escaping her.

Before I can ask what’s wrong, she brings her fingers to the buttons of my shirt and begins working them. She glances up at me for less than a second then focuses back to her task. I don’t object. This is her party. I’m more than happy to give her what she wants. I help, untucking my shirt from my pants, releasing the buttons that had previously been hidden. I unfasten the cuff links at each wrist, twisting to place them on the nearby table, then face her again. She spreads her hands wide under the shirt, placing them flat on my chest, gliding them up over my shoulders until the material falls down my arms to the floor.

“My God, you’re stunning.” Her hands continue to explore my torso, tracing over my skin as she stares up at me. “You almost hurt to look at with your clothes on, but this is more than I could have imagined.”

“Let’s see if you look as good as I imagined.” Before she can react, I reach down, grab the hem of her dress and tug it over her head. Fuck me. She’s wearing garters. So fucking old school. Her bra and panties are made of a sheer black silk fabric that leaves nothing to the imagination, and my cock stiffens in delight.

“You’re fucking sexy.” I snag a hand around her waist hoisting her flush, making sure she can feel just how good I think she looks.

A small yelp sounds when she lands against my length, and I slam my mouth to hers, devouring her moans as I grind myself against her core. Her fingers somehow wedge their way between us to release the buckle of my belt, and then the button of my slacks. She moves her mouth against mine as she pleads for me to take them off. I comply, releasing her to remove my shoes and then my pants.

She surprises me as she reaches to wrap her fingers around my girth through my briefs. “I thought you didn’t remember how to do this.” I practically growl as her grip tightens and begins to rub up and down my length.

“I guess it’s like riding a bike.” She purrs, looking up at me, her hair tousled and falling across her eyes.

“Oh honey, I can guaran-fucking-tee you that this is going to be so much better than riding a bike.” I yank her closer, my fingers moving to her back, releasing the clip on her bra with one swift flick, stripping it from her with another flick. Sweet pink nipples. Just like I imagined. Small and so fucking perfect as they point up at me, begging to be sucked. I latch onto one without another thought, pulling hard, then lick the hard tip back and forth, my arm wrapped around her waist as she grinds her core against my thigh, wetness spreading over my skin each time she moves.

I pop my mouth off her breast, cradle her waist with my hands and lower to my knees. I slip my fingers under the waistband of her panties and ease them down her legs. I peer up at her, locking my gaze with her lust filled one, and grin. “I’m going to eat your pussy now.” I tap her foot, indicating she should step out of her undies, never breaking my hold on her. “I’m going to show you what it should feel like to be worshipped.”

Before she can respond, I shove my hands between her thighs spreading them wide to draw her clit into my mouth. She’s so damn wet I can’t resist sliding a finger into her, my dick throbbing when she lets out a long groan. “Oh my God, Xander!” I swish my tongue back and forth, adding another digit, pumping in and out. I smile around her pussy when she tosses one leg over my shoulder, pressing herself harder into my face, rotating her hips against my hand. I plunge in faster, deeper, then bite on her clit, her orgasm exploding as her muscles clench around my fingers. A scream erupts as her knee buckles, the weight of her landing on my face, her hands clutching onto my shoulders. I stop when I feel the pulsing around my fingers cease, releasing the hold I have on her clit, swiping my tongue one last time over her center.

I rise, grabbing her waist to lift her, her leg sliding off my shoulder, stopping when my mouth finds hers. She moans when I slide my tongue inside, my cock jerking against her stomach when she sucks her own juices off my mouth. She’s so fucking desperate to be loved. I want to kill her fucking husband for making her feel this way.

“That was so good. Too good.” She murmurs resting her head against my shoulder, her arms wrapped around me.

“We’re not done yet.” I glance at the watch strapped to my wrist. “You still have another hour and forty minutes left on the clock.”

She lifts her head, looking at me, her eyes wide. “I get more?”

“I think there’s still the matter of your husband to address?” I remind her taking a step back to take my briefs off, my cock bouncing up against my navel. I can’t hide the grin that stretches across my face when her eyes dart below my waist, her tongue darting out to swipe across her mouth. Oh, how I want her fucking mouth wrapped around me right now. But this is about her, so I shove that thought aside and get to work.

“Turn around and put your hands on the window.” I order, bending down to retrieve a condom from my pants. She stares at me a moment, her brow furrowing.

“Do you want him to see you?” I motion with my chin in the direction of her husband’s office.

The expression changes on her face, the furrow gone as she seems to remember the reason she is here. She nods once, then turns around and bends over, planting her hands against the glass. I almost fucking cum in the rubber as I slide it on. Her ass is fucking perfect. Some days I really do love my job. I strut up behind her, my cock grasped in one fist, and use my other hand to stroke her ass.

“Wait!” She straightens. “I want to make sure he doesn’t miss this.” She goes to her purse, reaches inside retrieving her cell.

“You can’t record this.” Folding my arms, my voice firm.

“Oh!” She halts. “That didn’t even cross my mind.” She holds her phone up. “I’m going to call the asshole and make sure he sees me.”

I shrug my shoulders. I point to the window. “Resume the position then.”

She obeys, keeping her phone clutched in one hand as she bends, leaning against the glass. This time, I don’t waste any time, line up my cock, and thrust myself into her pussy in one shove. She lets out a moan, her muscles clenching around my dick like a vice.

“Do you want me to go slow, or hard and fast.” I ask as I slide my cock out to the tip and then plunge back inside in one hard motion. Her ass pushes against mine as I thrust, arching into my cock with force.

“Wait.” She pants, then speaks again. “Siri, call Michael.”

Oh shit, she wasn’t kidding when she said she was going to call him. Siri responds in her robotic voice. “Calling Michael, mobile.”

It rings only twice before he picks up. “Jessa.”

“Mike.”

I can’t help myself, and drive into her again, harder this time, pleased when she grunts.

“Are you okay?”

“Never better.” She lets out a small laugh. “Mike, this is for fucking that whore, Nancy.”

“What? What the hell are you talking about?”

“Look out your window, you cheating bastard.” She drops the phone, not hanging up, and then looks over her shoulder at me. “Fuck me, Xander, as hard as you can.”

“You’re the boss.” I reach both of my hands around her chest to grab onto her tits. “Hold onto that fucking glass.” And then I start. I slide in and then out, slow at first, driving deeper with each thrust until I’m pounding into her, her nipples squeezed between my fingers as I pinch. Her forearms are up on the window, her face sideways on the glass, her mouth hanging open as I hammer harder.

“He’s watching, he’s watching.” She pants, her fingers clawing at the glass, her ass slamming back into mine each time I drive forward. She lets out a scream, her pussy convulsing around my cock, causing me to explode right after, sparks of light bursting under my closed eyelids as I milk every last bit of my release into the condom.

I ease out of her, pull the rubber off, throw it in the garbage, and then help her up. Her knees are shaking and I’m not sure if it’s from fucking her or from the fact that her husband not only just watched, but heard her get fucked by another man. She twists in my arms, kisses me deeply, then flips her husband off.

Just another day at the office…