Flirting with Danger (15 page)

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Skye leaned heavily against Jack’s strength. His arms were wrapped tightly around her and their bodies fit together as if they had been created precisely for this purpose. Contentment surged through her and Skye never wanted to move ever again. They stood in the doorway of a small room, the thin cot bed comfortable enough that her father slept peacefully on it, dosed to the gills on morphine.

Iodine had been lathered over his cuts, a few stitches neatly closing his wounds, his shoulder taped and bound firmly. It had been Skye who’d cringed at the antibiotic shot he’d been given, Victor barely flinching at the painful procedure. By the time Susan Evans had handed Victor a couple of morphine pills with a glass of water, he’d taken them without blinking his eyes and practically passed out before they could lie him down.

Skye had covered her father with a couple of blankets, kissed his cheek tenderly and now they watched him to make sure bad dreams didn’t mar his rest. Satisfied, Skye turned to her lover and partner and wrapped her arms enticingly around his neck. They shared a deep, hungry kiss, their passion barely restrained.

“Do you really think the Agency will notice if we disappear for a while and celebrate ourselves before coming in to give our reports?” she asked.

Jack chuckled and nipped her lips gently.

“They’ve probably already got both our flats staked out to make sure we don’t do exactly that. Hell, it wouldn’t surprise me to know they have a few agents outside Susan’s with orders to frogmarch us back to base the instant we leave here.”

“Hmm, then maybe we should find our own cot bed and hole up here?” she teased. Instead of responding, Jack kissed her again, stealing her breath. She reached out and caressed him through his clothes, itching to feel his naked skin. With a groan Jack pulled back and took her hands in his.

“You are the most enticing distraction I have ever come across, darling. Promise me you’ll keep me up all night once we’ve squared things away with the Agency.”

Skye huffed, more in mock anger than genuine pique. She knew they had to go, she just didn’t like it. Blowing a curl out of her eyes, her gaze fluttered as Jack twisted one spiral around his finger and tugged it gently.

“Okay, okay,” she grizzled. With a puff of laughter she stole one last kiss.

“Dad said he was going to set us up.” She changed the subject with a wicked glint in her gaze. “He said he’d made this whole convoluted plan and was going to set it in motion yesterday morning for my birthday. You were worried about nothing—he’s pleased we’ve found each other.”

Jack raised his eyebrows. He appeared both pleased and surprised.

“Really? Well then, maybe we can organise something quick.” Skye laughed and shook her head.

“Not a chance. I plan to enjoy every moment I can with you, though I do get all weak in the knees thinking about spending forever by your side. We make a good team, don’t we?”

“The very best,” he murmured. Their lips found each other again and heat seared through her body. Satisfied beyond her wildest dreams, Skye gave herself up to the passionate feelings Jack brought out in her.

Happy beyond measure, she kissed him in return, this man who held her heart. Never would she have guessed how such a disastrous lunch could lead her to the man she would spend the rest of her life with.

Skye kissed Jack as if he were the elixir of life. And, for her, he was.

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Wicked Teacher

Elizabeth Lapthorne

Excerpt

Chapter One

Aiden Traverns held his red marking pen aloft as he heard the student enter his office. He sat behind a battered wooden desk on a chair that squeaked when he moved in a certain direction. When the door closed behind her, Aiden lifted his gaze from the papers and looked at Eva.

As the school regulations stipulated, she wore a black pleated skirt, knee-high black woollen socks and a white shirt with the school tie knotted loosely around her slender neck. This ensemble should have made her appear perfectly ordinary—but this was never the case with Eva.

His cock hardened in his slacks when he noted she was wearing
that
skirt. To be honest he had no idea how many graced her closet, but Aiden knew there was one in particular that rested at least two inches above her knees. The school rules clearly stated all skirts must be a minimum of three inches below their knees or a teacher could hand out a detention.

Personally, Aiden didn’t know of one male teacher who had ever followed through on this particular edict. The vast majority of girls—or more likely their parents—strictly adhered to the rules on proper dress etiquette. Aiden hazarded a guess that Eva had held on to this item in particular to gain the attention of the other schoolboys.

As Eva walked across his office and came to stand in front of his desk, Aiden eyed her breasts. They were luscious—round, ripe and firm beneath the buttons of her chaste white shirt; pert globes that strained against the material until it was pulled tight.

Despite the fact her breasts remained fully covered, their clear outline only enticed the masculine imagination to visualise the bounty that lay beneath the crisp cotton. The pattern of a pretty, feminine, lacy bra showed through the thin material, obviously restraining her lush mounds.

From outside, a sudden sound caused Eva to turn sharply. The action made her short skirt flare out. Aiden’s mouth watered. He caught a fleeting, teasing glimpse of pale, supple thigh.

He itched to touch that soft skin, to run his hands up and down the smooth length of her slender, filly-like legs. He desperately wanted to discover for himself just how silky her flesh was. Aiden visualised himself following a hot trail along the length of her smooth thigh with his mouth, tongue and teeth. He would taste all the way up to the core of her heat and relish the delightful slickness of her pussy.

Flesh as soft and tender as he imagined Eva’s thighs and pussy to be simply begged to be licked and sucked. He could vividly imagine himself marking her in the most sensual manner.

Aiden hardened further and in that instant he made up his mind. This would be the afternoon. These weren’t his regular office hours, Eva had willingly closed the door to give them privacy and he did have just cause to discipline her. He craved to introduce her to the stimulating torment only a real man—and not an overeager boy—could give. It was time he stopped denying himself out of some misplaced sense of obligation.

“Sit down, Eva,” he said, pleased to find his voice strong and commanding.

Eva glanced at him, her warm brown eyes large in her pale face. Honey-brown curls framed her delicate features and were held back with a black ribbon.

For once, this usually chatty student remained silent, obviously well aware of the seriousness of the situation. Without a word, she sat on the hard chair that stood on the other side of his desk. Aiden leant back in his own barely comfortable seat and rocked back and forth meditatively as he pondered how to begin her first lesson in lust.

The chair squeaked and Eva winced a little at the sound. After months of graphic fantasies that contained the heady outcome of initiating this sweet young thing into the pleasure and pain that bondage could bring, the small gesture burned through Aiden. The now certain knowledge of just how intoxicating it would be to watch pain cross her features and have that pain blossom into pleasurable torment heated his blood.

Aiden took his time to look over this young student of his. He wanted a clear and accurate mental picture of her he could pull out and recall at any time in the future. This was Eva-the-innocent, before he ravished her.

Her warm eyes shone with curiosity—or maybe hunger—as she watched him look her over. Eva’s knees were pressed meekly together and her skirt had risen part of the way up her lithe thigh. Her hands were folded neatly in her lap.

She appeared prim, proper and very well bred. Forbidden fruit in every sense of the word. Everything Eva represented screamed temptation to him. Aiden could feel pre-cum leak slickly down his length and small tremors shook his body. The strength of his desire for this girl ran deep into his soul.

With a sigh he tossed his pen down onto the pile of papers on his desk as he ran his eyes hungrily over her body again. Beautiful, soft-looking curls glinted in the sunshine that shone brightly through his window. He wondered what would happen if he pulled out the ribbon that restrained them and ran his fingers through those luscious locks…would they spring up in every direction? Or would they fall in corkscrew-spirals, back into place past her shoulders and down her back?

Her lips were a study in temptation. Red and full, they glistened with lip balm she must have applied moments before entering his office. This tiny, feminine detail rocked him and Aiden realised she must want him to notice how slick her lips were; how they appeared wet as if she had just been passionately kissed.

Aiden’s brain took that fantasy a step further. He could vividly picture how Eva would look well licked and with her lips having just been bitten. The image of a deep flush of red, the tender bruising on those luscious, soft pads, enticed him. They would be passionately swollen, sensual and dark—visual proof of his desire for her, and Eva’s acceptance of his decadent needs. Such a wanton image increased his lust. He longed to have Eva beg him to thrust his hot, hard, eager cock into her mouth and fuck her throat raw.

He held no more doubt about what he would do. His nobility had extended this far, but no man could withstand such indescribable temptation. His heart thumped and a thin sheen of sweat now coated his back. Aiden could not bear to wait a moment longer. The hard knot of tension which was lodged within his chest eased. He would take her. Claim her. Make her his in every way.

The consequences could damn themselves—and him—later.

“You know why you’re here?” he spoke in a low tone, his voice gravelly with hunger.

“Yes sir,” she replied meekly.

Even those two words uttered from her lips heightened the level of his fierce arousal. Aiden couldn’t guess how much of her deference to him was legitimate and how much was her teasing him. He wondered if she knew her behaviour subtly reminded him he stood in not only a position of power, but also of responsibility.

“You must have known I would give you detention,” he insisted. A part of him wanted Eva to admit aloud her own part in what would proceed from this afternoon. “Your clear disrespect in class left me no other option but to summon you here to my office. I won’t let anyone, let alone someone as talented as you, get away with that sort of prank in my class. This can’t have been a surprise.”

“No, sir,” Eva replied.

Lush brown eyes lifted and Aiden could swear he saw hunger and an adult level of sexual desire in their dark depths. The look was fleeting, but he knew for certain he had not misread her signals.

Lust, thick and heavy, unfurled in his stomach. For a moment he forgot everything he had meticulously planned to lecture her about. Only the need to possess her seared through his body in a sizzling rush, obliterating everything else in its path.

With the firm thought to try and pace himself, Aiden brought his rampaging body back under control. He’d cut right to the chase, knowing in the next minute he would either be denied outright or finally have the success he yearned for.

If Eva’s reaction was positive, it would allow him to indulge in each of his intricately detailed daydreams. No longer would they be mere heated fantasies. He could live them with this gorgeous girl before him.

“What punishment would
you
give yourself, if you were in my shoes?” he asked thickly. Aiden knew from the hot light in Eva’s eyes she could hear his lust for her in his tone. She was clever. She might be young, but it didn’t stop her from catching the invitation and suggestion he no longer tried to hide from her.

“Well,” she purred. “I’ve been a very naughty girl. If I were in your shoes, I might decide a hard spanking might be a suitable punishment.”

Aiden took a deep breath to retain his control. Passionate desire filled his chest and hunger burned in his belly. The idea of bending Eva over his knee, lifting that short pleated skirt and spanking her perfect, round ass was almost enough to send him over the edge.

“Spank you?” he repeated. A hitch caught in his voice, the only outward indication of how deeply her suggestion had affected him. Aiden shook his head. “Spanking might be a place to start another time. I am finding myself…
impatient
this afternoon. You’ve had me on edge for far too long. No, I think this defiance requires something more substantial.”

Aiden’s eyes had not left Eva while he spoke and he could see her breaths were coming faster now. Her breasts strained against her shirt as she inhaled deeply. Aiden noticed the tiny peaks of her nipples as they became erect. Like seductive nubs, they pressed into both the lace of her bra and the white linen of her school shirt.

Eva’s cheeks had flushed a dark red. Every physical aspect pointed towards her arousal—her peaked nipples, her hasty breaths, the redness of her skin. Desire and a wicked excitement also accelerated his own heart.

He desperately wanted to delve his fingers beneath her panties, dip into her pussy and find out exactly how wet she had become during their exchange. Needing to know she ached for him as much as he lusted after her, Aiden stood.

Immediately Eva’s gaze flew to his crotch and Aiden struggled to not smirk. Her eyes widened at his obvious erection. Aiden relished the swift, sharp inhalation of air she took and he wondered curiously what, exactly, she was thinking. Some of her heightened colour faded, but Aiden could swear the faint glow in her gaze held curiosity and maybe even a small thrill of challenge in them.