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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.