Page 58 of Their Naughty Student
“Good.”I nodded toward her apartment.“I want you to go inside, get ready for bed.Once you’re in bed, I want you to call me.”
Her eyes widened.
I leaned in, planted a quick kiss on her lips.“I’ll make sure you get off tonight.”
She moaned, then leaned into me, her mouth melding to mine.I allowed the kiss to linger for longer than it should, and once more, it took a tremendous amount of effort to pull away, but I did.
I took her bottom lip between my teeth, nibbled.“Go inside, cupcake.”
“Yes, Sir,” she offered with a wicked smile.
I swatted her ass as she hurried off, smiling to myself.She’d obviously realized what calling me Sir did to me.I remembered when she’d done it earlier.It had startled me until I realized it had been completely innocent on her part.
On unsteady legs, I made my way back to the driver’s side, climbed in as I watched her slip into her apartment.
Ten minutes later, I was at my hotel, my body still hard and aching.I waved to the night manager on my way to the elevators, my mind replaying everything that had happened in the last couple of hours.When the doors opened, I was still smiling as I pushed off the wall and made it down the long, dimly lit hallway.
I really did need to find a permanent residence.Perhaps that would be my focus for the weekend.After all, I would need something to distract me from thoughts of Jamie.Otherwise, I would likely end up back on her doorstep.
I had just dropped onto the bed when my phone rang.I slipped it out of my pocket, grinned at the screen.
“Cupcake?”
“I’m ready for bed,” she said, her raspy words tickling my ear.
“You’re gonna be the death of me, aren’t you?”
“I was actually thinking the same thing about you.”Jamie laughed, then settled with a soft sigh.“Thank you for tonight, Cav.I really did have a good time.”
“Me, too.”Better than I’d expected.“And I have every intention of doing it again really soon.”
“Which part?”I could hear the sexual innuendo in her tone.
“All of it.”
“Good.”
“Why’s that good, cupcake?”
“Because…” Her voice lowered, “because I hurt.”
“Do you?”
“Yes.”She paused for a moment.“I wish you would’ve come inside.”
“I do, too,” I admitted.
“Then why didn’t you?”
“Because it’s too soon.”
“Why?”
I laughed at the petulant tone.“Because I said.”
This time Jamie giggled, and I knew she was relaxing.
“Let me hear the vibrator, cupcake.”
