Chapter 20
Twenty
Lucas
P izza has diffused the situation, but for the first time, I don’t know if I wanted it to be diffused at all. I liked seeing Sadie jealous. I had no idea she would feel that way. She was the one who pushed me to ask Dr. Hanson out in the first place.
Of course, I never did. I have no desire to screw another woman, but I certainly can’t screw Sadie either. We don’t need that complication right now. We already behave like a couple—we eat together, live together, study together, and hang out together. If we added sex to that dynamic, it would make it impossible to walk away when the time comes.
It was fun to watch her get all flustered over Dr. Hanson, though.
After our pizza, we both sit in the living room while the music plays on the record player, and Sadie finishes her paper. Neither of us broaches the subject again, although we both know we left it unfinished.
We veered a little too close to that line before the doorbell rang. I’m afraid of what I was about to say. But we can’t go back there .
My gaze finds her over the book in my hands. She’s curled up on the floor between the couch and the coffee table. She’s resting her forearm on the table with her chin perched on her fist, her attention lost to the essay on her laptop. The essay, I have no doubt, will be stellar and brilliant.
Her long red hair is draped down her back in natural waves, and her black knit sweater is hanging off her shoulder to reveal the freckles that dance their way down her arm.
In my fantasies, I imagine losing myself in her body. Finding all the ways to show her pleasure. Kissing every inch of her flawless, soft skin. I’ve made no attempt to deny myself those fantasies since that night when I felt the heaven hiding between her legs.
Her gaze drifts toward mine, and I flinch as if she’s caught me in the act.
Suddenly, she sits upright and closes her laptop. The hairs on the back of my neck stand as she stares at me.
“What is it, Miss Green?” I ask, keeping my cool.
“Don’t you want to punish me for the way I acted today?”
I gaze back down at my book. “No. We’re not doing that anymore.”
“Why not?” she asks.
“You know why,” I reply, glancing her way only briefly.
“What are you so afraid of, Dr. Goode?” She leans back and crosses her arms over her chest.
Getting attached. Falling in love. Breaking your heart.
But I can’t say that.
“Losing my job,” I reply.
“Who’s going to find out?” she asks. “It’ll be our little secret.”
There’s that word again—secret—the one that sets my body on fire with exhilaration. I want to keep secrets with her more than I’m proud to admit.
“Miss Green, stop it.”
“Punish me, Dr. Goode.”
“No. Besides, it doesn’t feel right spanking a pregnant woman now that you’re starting to show. ”
I glance up from my book, expecting her to relent. But she doesn’t.
Instead, she moves onto all fours. “There are other ways to make me pay.”
Fuck .
“Miss Green,” I say in warning, but like the petulant brat she is, she doesn’t listen.
“Come on, Professor,” she purrs as she crawls closer. The sound of that word on her lips does things to me.
“What are you doing, Miss Green? Why are you trying to cross this line now?” I ask.
“Because another woman touched you today,” she says with determination. “And I didn’t like it. I’ll do whatever I can to get your attention, Dr. Goode.”
“Because you’re a brat.”
“Because I’m your brat.”
I gaze down at her, my conscience lost between right and wrong. Want and need. Smart and reckless. Sadie exits somewhere in the blurry gray haze of virtue and sin. She muddles my cognition, obscures my principles, and obliterates my judgment.
As she reaches me, where I’m sitting in my brown leather chair, I’ve given up the fight. When she grabs the book from my hands and tosses it across the room, I don’t even flinch. My eyes are focused on her and the temptation to discipline her for her tantrum.
“How exactly would you like to be punished then, little devil?” I ask, forcing myself to breathe.
“Let me make it up to you,” she says. “Let me show you how good I can be.”
From this angle, her eyes glisten, and her mouth looks delicious—those round, full lips. And I know what she’s implying, but it’s so wrong.
“Then go ahead,” I mutter with a cold, hard expression. “Show me.”
When her hands touch my knees, I breathe in her touch like it’s oxygen. This alone is enough for me, but as she slides them up my thighs, I feel like I’m dying a slow, beautiful death.
I shift in my seat as her fingers touch the button of my pants. With her eyes on my face, I watch her as she tears down another wall between us. Every line we aren’t supposed to cross feels like a downhill slide. There is no stopping us now.
The sound of my zipper coming down echoes through the room as the next track on the record player starts up. Sadie lifts onto her knees, staring down at my groin as she slips her fingers under the elastic of my boxer briefs and tugs them down.
My cock is already hard, and I watch her expression as she feasts on the sight of it. Her tongue darts out to lick her lips as her hand reaches for me, petting her fingers softly along the velvety underside of my cock. My eyes fight the urge to roll back into my head.
“Oh, Dr. Goode,” she murmurs softly, admiring the length of my cock.
As her fingers encircle the shaft, I reach out and bury my hand in her hair behind her ear.
“Is this how you want to be punished?” I mutter, bringing her mouth closer to the head of my dick. “Stick your tongue out.”
She stares up at me through her lashes as her pink tongue lays across her bottom lip, parting her mouth as wide as she can.
With a grasp of her hair, I drag her face closer, running my cock along the soft, wet surface of her tongue.
“Will you let me fuck your mouth?” I ask, “Will you gag on my cock until I’m convinced that you’re sorry?”
With drops of my precum smeared across her tongue, she nods.
“You won’t let anyone else do this, will you?”
She shakes her head.
“Because you belong to me, don’t you, my little devil?”
She nods.
“And you won’t tell anyone your English professor fucks your pretty mouth, will you? ”
Her grip on my legs tightens as she moans and shakes her head.
“Good girl. Now, show me just how sorry you are.”
I release her hair and lean back in my chair. Instantly, her hand moves to the base of my cock, and her lips close around it. Her tongue lathers up the length as she moans around me, bobbing her head up and down enthusiastically.
Immediately, I ascend to heaven. Letting my head hang back, I grip the arms of the chair as she drags the pleasure from my body like it’s the only thing that matters to her.
“Fuck, Miss Green,” I rasp as I glance down at her, moving her hair out of the way to watch the way her mouth moves. “That’s it. That’s my girl.”
Her mouth moves faster, and her hand squeezes tighter on the upstroke. I’m tempted to tell her to slow down, but it feels so fucking good I don’t want her to stop.
“Don’t stop,” I growl. “You’re doing so good.”
My fingers dig into her hair on either side of her head as she slides me deeper and deeper with each thrust of my cock down her throat.
My body is on fire with pleasure. Her mouth is warm and wet and perfect, but it’s her sweet little moans around my cock that push me to the edge. She hums with my cock in her mouth like she’s starving for it.
“I’m gonna come, Miss Green. Are you ready for me?”
She moans louder as the orgasm crashes into me. Groaning loudly, I shoot my release into her mouth, and she sucks me down without hesitation. I continue to see stars in my vision long after the climax subsides.
When I open my eyes to stare at the ceiling, Sadie releases my cock and tucks it back into my boxer briefs. She rests on her knees in front of me as if she’s waiting for a word of praise. Reaching out, I stroke her face, and she leans into my touch.
“That was very good,” I say, and I watch her expression soften. “You’re forgiven now for your behavior earlier. Are you done with your paper?”
“Almost,” she replies gently.
“Good. Go back to your computer and finish it for me.”
“Okay,” she says with a crooked smile.
And with that, she turns and crawls back to the seat on the floor. Picking up her water bottle she takes a drink and opens up her laptop. As she gets back to work, I stand from my chair and zip myself back up. Then I retrieve my book from the floor where she threw it.
On my way back, I stroke her head, amazed at how something so hot could feel so normal. The tension between us has melted away and left us both at ease.
As I sit back in my chair, this time with a glass of Macallan, I don’t read my book, but I think about how this chemistry between us works so well. Why does Sadie like this so much? She wants to please me, and she acts out in order to get the punishment and praise she craves. Where did this behavior come from? Why does she lack so much confidence in herself that she fails to see her own potential?
The bigger question, the one that turns my stomach every time I think about it is, who will do this for her once I’m gone?