As you’ve noticed, I am no longer attending your class. I’m unwilling to forego my education, however—
I roll my head to grin at Bailey. “Did that sound Straight A’s enough?” She smiles back with a warmth I haven’t seen in her eyes before. It does something shifty to my chest. “You didn’t know I had it in me, did you? Thought I was flunk-out material?”
She smacks my ribs with the back of her hand. “Go on. Let’s see what you’ve got.”
Therefore, I plan to continue with publishing the student newspaper. The following are articles I would like you to assign to the class:
I hand the phone to her. “Now you fill them in.”
She takes the phone, her eyes still on me, like she’s thinking it over.
“He’s your bitch, Pink. Treat him like he’s fucking staff. You give him the assignments now. Get it?”
Her pulse flutters at her throat, like she’s excited by the idea. Or maybe she’s just excited by me, because her nips are still hard. I pinch one through her shirt and she jerks and tries to cover it with her forearm.
“Uh uh.” I catch both her wrists and straddle her, pinning them beside her head, her phone still clutched in one hand. “These are mine to torture. Remember?”
She shakes her head. “I don’t recall agreeing to that.”
I shrug. “I’m your punisher. I decide what torment you get.”
She flushes and the scent of her arousal drugs me. I lower my head and lick up the side of her neck, from her collarbone to her jaw. The sound of her soft panting arouses me further.
“If you don’t watch out, I’m gonna call in that blowjob right here and now, Pink.”
She fake-struggles. “What am I watching out about? I didn’t say anything.”
Right. She doesn’t know I can smell her arousal. She probably can’t even scent it, herself, which strikes me as slightly tragic. I make a mental note to watch myself with her. I’m getting way too comfortable.
I drop my gaze to her titties. “You’re nipples are hard, little girl. It’s turning me on.”
“Oh.” She flushes some more, lifting her head to look. “I didn’t, erm, know you could see that.”
I waggle my eyebrows. “Oh, I can. I definitely can.” I take mercy on her and roll off to the side. “But you have other work to do. Make that list, babygirl.”
Chapter 10
Bailey
Shit. I think I’m falling for Cole Muchmore. Since last night, hell since our first kiss, I’ve had a giddy, almost manic bubbly sensation in the pit of my stomach and it won't go away. Is this lust? Love? Infatuation? It wasn’t supposed to happen this way. Cole is a jerk—was a jerk. I don’t know. He’s quickly flipping my whole existence on its head.
Which isn’t a bad thing.
It’s a wonderful, exhilarating, incredible thing.
And that’s definitely the problem.
I sneak a sidelong glance at him as I recreate the list of articles Rayne and I came up with from memory. He looks beautiful. His bare, muscled torso is tan and gorgeous in the sunlight. His hair is rumpled and he’s wearing that lopsided grin that makes my heart speed up every time he flashes it at me. I could combat his good looks, though. What I can’t fight is the way my body feels—both satiated and hungry for more. Every secret place he’s been today is still awash with sensations, still tingling with awareness.
What I’m completely exposed to is this protective thing he has with me against Brumgard. I’d like to say I’m a big girl and don’t need him to fight my battles, and I think that’s mostly true. But it sure satisfies me to have the school bully in my court. To watch him turn his art of intimidation on the teacher who wronged me. I f-ing love it.
So much.
I finish with my list and hand the phone back to him without hitting send. He reads through it and nods. Then types a little more:
We will correspond via email, as I don’t want to see you in person. Please have the articles to me in two weeks.
Cole looks at me. “What else do you need?”
“Um, okay. I want to know how we actually print the paper. Like if I need to get quotes on printing and who pays for it. Oh, and how we format it.”
“Okay.” He returns to the screen. Also, please let me know how the newspaper will be printed and formatting requirements. I expect to maintain my perfect grade point average throughout this process, and I’d appreciate those letters of recommendation by the end of the week. Cole arches his brows. “Anything else you want to include?”
He’s right. My nipples are totally hard. It turns me on to watch him wield his alpha-hole power. Confidence is sexy. So sexy.
He smirks and tweaks one nipple between his thumb and forefinger, letting me know he doesn’t miss my arousal.