Chapter 8

Chapter 7: Tabletop Adventures
“I-I-I
really n-need to get h-home,” I stuttered, cursing myself for it mentally. Not
again!
“Oh?
You want to continue on your kitchen counter instead?” he whispered huskily,
breath fanning the back of my neck. “Or would you like that table in your
living room?” I shivered. Did he memorize every scene of my erotica stories?
Especially the ones with him as my inspiration?
“Excited
are we?” he chuckled as my nipples strained through my bra, pebbling at his
touch. I really was a goner when it came to him.
“No…
oooh!” Damn that bastard! He knew I was about to say no and decided to tweak my
nipple at that exact moment! He didn’t play fair at all!
“Nope.
I play dirty Miss OG...very, very dirty.”
I
could imagine that arrogant smirk on his lips. Damn me and my
talking-my-thoughts-out-loud habit! I could already feel wetness pool between
my legs and he was only playing with my breasts! I couldn’t believe how turned
on I got when I was with this guy, even when he taught Chemistry in that husky
voice. The most boring and unnecessary subject in the world! I mean, come on!
Would you rather have sex or deduce the chemical components present in your
bodily fluids?
His
lips met the juncture of my neck and shoulder. Before I could predict what was
happening, I felt a sharp stab of pain as his teeth sank into my flesh. A gasp
tore off me as he licked the sensual hurt with his tongue. But the sting of his
bite only made my clit throb in ignorance. Whoa! Fifty
Shades much?
As
if sensing my need, he lowered his right hand down my belly, over my navel and
came to rest between my denim-covered legs. When was he giving me flesh on
flesh contact?
Déjà
vu someone?
Again,
my conscience alerted me that this too was a part of my second book! The one
where Ethan was also a teacher. The only difference was he was a chemistry
teacher in real life and he was a biology teacher in my book, giving private
lessons on male and female anatomy to the heroine—me.
Oh,
stop being judgmental! Everyone had secret fantasies about someone at least
once in their damn life. Don’t get jealous because mine are coming
true.
He
rubbed through my pants, spreading my legs wider for better access, his fingers
wreaking havoc on my nerves even through the tough material of my jeans. He was
right, there were other ways of giving pleasure than didn’t include breaking my
hymen. And damn this was awesome! When I had written these scenes in my books,
I had based them purely on porn and erotic novels. Now I was getting the first
hand experience, and let me tell you...these experiences were fiiiiinnnneeee...
But
that damn sexy monster, he removed his hand soon after and went back to
concentrate on my breasts. I couldn’t take it anymore! Why couldn’t he be a
nice teacher and follow the textbooks I wrote!
Because
he's the teacher and you're the student?
Shut
up, stupid conscience! No one needs your I-know-everything insight right now!
All
of a sudden, he stopped, making me moan in protest.
But
before I could say anything, he shushed me hastily. “Shhh! Someone is coming!”
he said, hands covering my mouth.
At
first I didn't hear anything, but then I heard a very faint but distinctive
noise of boots hitting the tiled floor of the hallway.
“Looks
like our tabletop adventure have to come to an unsatisfactory end,” he
whispered disappointedly as he came around and placed my feet on the floor,
steadying me as my mind tried to process all sensations at once. He, on the
other hand, looked unaffected, except for his eyes that had turned molten
emerald.
This
wasn’t part of my book! Why did this have to happen right now! And right when
things were getting heated.
He
adjusted my baby pink tee shirt and ran his fingers through my hair before
bending to grab my bag that had fallen to the floor unnoticed and placed it in
my hand.
And
just in time, too, because the door opened at that instant and someone stepped in.

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