Page 138 of Silk Sheets

“Five more minutes,” I wrapped my arms around his neck, shifting closer. “Please?” I pecked his lips.

“Need more convincing,” he murmured and I smiled, pressing my lips to his. Kissing him again felt like an unlimited supply of fireworks exploding between us.

Instinctively, my hips rolled against him and his hand lifted to grip the nape of my neck.

I wished he could stay forever, but I knew I was being unreasonableandirresponsible. Slowly breaking the kiss I sighed. “I’ll see you soon, Professor Hale.”

I hated how heavy my heart felt right now, but this was necessary.

“Dakota?” my mother’s voice wrung through the air and my eyes shot open.Shit.

I scurried off the bed, pushing Logan towards the bathroom and insisted he stay quiet.

“Sweetheart, I just—oh!” my mom immediately froze. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah,” I cleared my throat, standing with my back against the bathroom door. “I was just feeling queasy, but I’m fine now.”

She nodded as though she didn’t entirely believe me, so I changed the topic.

“What are you doing back so soon?”

A smile of pure excitement danced on her lips. “The girls and I decided to head to theclub,” she wiggled her shoulders at me.

“Oh?” I nearly laughed. “Mom, are you sure—“

“Watch it,” she shot me a playful warning, eyes narrowed. “I still got it, okay?”

“Sure,” I fought back a smile, approaching her.

“The girls are waiting outside. I just came up to get these,” she lifted a pair of six inch red bottoms to me and my eyes grew wide.

“I don’t think—never mind,” I shook my head.

“I won’t be home tonight,” she pulled me into her arms for a hug. “So you and the man in the bathroom can have fun,” she squeezed me and I smiled.

“Thank you—wait what!” I broke the hug.

“You heard me.”

“Mom, there’s no one in the bathroom,” I awkwardly chuckled.

“Then you wouldn’t mind me having a look,” she stepped past me.

“No!” I blurted out, stepping in front of her. “I threw up. It’s a mess.”

She pinned me with a look and leaned forward to whisper in my ear, “I used to clean the shit out of your ass, sweetheart. Some vomit won’t scare me,” she stepped aside but I blocked her again.

“The girls are waiting,” I forced a smile.

Her arms folded over her chest. “Admit there’s a man in there and I’ll leave.”

An exasperated sigh fell from my lips. “Mom.”

“Dakota,” she mocked me.

“Fine, okay,” I gave in. “There’s a guy in my bathroom.”

“I knew it!” she almost cheerfully sang.