Chapter 38 Zoe
ZOE
The car ride back to Haverford was completely different from the ride up. I couldn’t help bouncing around in my seat, singing along with the music, and teasing Asher about his terrible playlist.
“Are you sure you’re the same sullen woman I drove up here?” he asked, glancing over at me with a smile.
“Hmm, I’m not sure,” I said, pretending to think about it. “Probably not, because I rode up here with a guy who was a real asshole.”
We both laughed, and it felt good to be able to joke about how things had started with us. And to know they’d never be that way again.
“So when should we meet up?” I asked, not even feeling shy. I’d aced my internship, had sex with three hot-as-sin men, and I was flying high. “Is tomorrow too soon, maybe for dinner?”
“What’s wrong with tonight?” He kept his eyes on the road.
“Tonight?” I hadn’t thought of that. “I think tomorrow would be better,” I said. “I have to unpack, and wash all my clothes, and work on my notes and re-read that internship report a million times.” Not to mention trying to track down my sister and the supposed love-of-her-life.
“You can do all those things at my place. And I’ve got a really comfy bed.”
The thought of sleeping next to him—and doing more things than sleeping—made my thighs clench together. But… this was the start of my last semester. I needed to hit the ground running, and if I spent all my time with a gorgeous, sexy guy like Asher, I doubted I’ll get much schoolwork done.
He glanced over and saw the answer on my face. “Can’t you just indulge every once in a while?”
I sighed and shook my head. “I wish I could.” But maybe if I worked my ass off this week, I’d be able to stay over when the twins arrived next week. “You may have noticed that I don’t often let myself relax.”
“That’s why you need us.” I was pleased that he’d said us, even though the twins weren’t here at the moment. I missed them already.
Asher tilted his head to the side, thinking. His lips twisted into a crooked smile. “What if you had no choice but to stay at my place tonight?”
I was amused by his playfulness but still didn’t understand his meaning. “Are you kidnapping me?”
Asher grinned. “Not kidnapping, though I’d love to tie you up sometime. I’m just calling in a favor.”
“A favor?” I echoed. Something about that sounded familiar.
“Yep. The one you promised me at the start of your lessons.”
I had? Oh my god, I had. “I forgot about that,” I told him, watching as he drove confidently down the winding road. “You were such an arrogant ass back then.”
“Right back at you.” He was quiet for a moment. “When you asked us to teach you how to have sex, I think that was the most shocked I’d ever been in my entire life.”
I laughed. “I shocked myself, too. But it just goes to show you that sometimes when you’re brave, it pays off.”
“So be brave,” he said. “Spend the night with me tonight.”
“All right.” The words came out almost without my permission.
But I’d take one more night to forget school, jobs, and the real world.
He wanted me there, and I wanted to be with him, too.
Why fight that? And if he made me come all night long, I’d deal with the resulting sleepiness the next day. After all, I ran a coffee shop.
“Take me to your home.” I linked my fingers with his, and he raised my hand, kissing the back of my knuckles as if he were a gentleman, and not the filthiest talker I knew.
We held hands until he needed both for a sharp turn. Then he spoke without looking at me. “Classes don’t start for another two days.”
“Thank god,” I said. “I’m not ready.” Then I looked over at his profile—his deceptively innocent profile. “Why did you mention that?”
He shrugged, nonchalant. “No reason. I just figured that a go-getter like you might like to have an extra lesson or two before the semester gets into high gear.”
“A lesson?” Excitement and nerves collided in my stomach, as always. “Just you and me?”
He shot me an arrogant look. “What, now that you’ve had two cocks at once, you can’t go back to just one?”
I bit my lip to keep from laughing, and instead, answered him in as serious a voice as I could muster. “I guess I could, if that cock was big enough.” I slid my hand across his jeans and palmed him.
He smirked and let me stroke him through his pants for a few seconds before reluctantly pushing my hand away. “Try that sometime when I’m not driving and see what happens.”
Ooh… I liked the sound of that. “Um… what’s the next lesson?”
“Kai wanted to give you a lesson on kink before we left, but we didn’t exactly have much equipment with us. He wanted to use bungee cords to tie you up and kitchen utensils to spank you, but I wouldn’t let him.”
“Why not?” I asked a bit breathlessly.
“Because they’re my kitchen utensils, and I’m a professional.”
“A professional who makes shirtless cooking videos?” I interrupted, trying not to laugh.
“Keep that up, and I might decide you need that lesson on kink tonight. And if I give you a spanking, I don’t need anything besides this.” He held up his hand, flexing his long fingers. That thought made my ass grind against the seat.
“To answer your question, I’ve checked the syllabus, and there are a couple of different directions we could go in for the next lesson.”
I twisted in my seat, smiling at him. “Like multiple choice?”
“Sure. And trust me when I say there are no wrong answers. Only very, very good answers.”
“What are my choices?” I was practically bouncing in my seat as I waited to find out.
He thought for a moment. “There’s an exit up ahead that leads to a scenic overlook.
We could park there, and you could experience the wonders of sex in a car.
Or we get back to my place, and I’ll teach you everything you need to know about shower sex.
We can get clean and be dirty at the same time. ”
Both those choices sounded amazing, and shivers danced along my skin. “Wait, don’t multiple-choice questions always have at least three options?”
He grinned. “Such a diligent student. Option three is… hmm. Okay, I’ll introduce you to the pleasure of incorporating food into the act.”
“Ooh, like whipped cream?” The idea of licking sweet cream off his body made me squirm.
He gave an exaggerated sigh. “I’m a kickass chef who’s going to turn the culinary world upside down, so you can bet your sweet ass that I can come up with something more original than that.”
“But whipped cream is good,” I teased.
“So is sex with me,” he said with a smirk. “So what’s your choice for the lesson?”
I thought quickly, which was hard to do because of the throbbing between my legs. “I’m kind of an overachiever,” I began.
“I’ve noticed,” he said dryly. “But which one do you—” he stopped abruptly, then looked over at me in surprise. “All three?”
My face flushed as I smiled. “What can I say? I’ve always been a teacher’s pet.”
Asher chuckled. “That’s a more advanced lesson.” He reached out, found my hand, and squeezed. “All three it is.”
I smiled as we drove back toward town. Three was rapidly becoming my favorite number.
Thank you for reading Private Lessons. I enjoyed writing the naughty lessons, and also fleshing out Zoe and Asher’s enemies-to-lovers vibe. I hope you enjoyed it too!