The heat from her mouth and the way her lips quivered drove me wild.

She ran her hands up my chest and circled them around my neck. “People are watching,” she whispered.

“Are you scared?” I grinned.

She laughed quietly, and her sweet smile made my blood rush.

“No,” she answered, and I knew she was lying. “You?”

I shook my head, playing with her. “Not a chance.”

We were both scared shitless, but that was the best part. If there was no gamble, there was no reward.

I heard a camera click, and then I heard a car horn sound. I reluctantly twisted my head, seeing the SUV in the middle of the one-way road.

Taking Easton’s hand, I pulled her into the street and through the car door that Patrick held open.

I let her climb in first, and then I hopped in, Patrick slamming it behind us.

“They took our picture,” she warned.

“Good. I’ll frame it,” I shot back, closing the glass between us and Patrick as he climbed into the driver’s seat and drove.

“Tyler, those pictures will be online soon,” she worried.

But I dropped to my knees in front of her. “I don’t care,” I whispered.

Reaching behind her neck, I unclasped her dress and pulled the top down, gazing at her gorgeous body and beautiful breasts. Grazing my fingertips down her flat stomach, I pulled the dress down farther, meeting her eyes, so she could see mine.

“I need you,” I growled low. “Right now.”

And I yanked the fabric until she got the hint and raised her ass off the seat, so I could get the dress off.

“Jesus Christ,” I groaned. “You weren’t wearing panties?”

I looked at her hard in the eyes, like she’d betrayed me or something. Why was she not wearing underwear?

Her dark eyes behind the mask flashed with excitement, and she plastered her naked body against me, wrapping her arms around my neck.

“I like the feel of clothes against my skin,” she taunted, leaving soft kisses around my mouth. “Like your clothes.”

And then she started rolling her hips against me in small circles, and I groaned.

“Fuck,” I breathed out.

She slid her hand down my hardening cock, rubbing it slowly and teasingly through my pants. As I bit my lip, she grew more needy and demanding, taking my hand and slipping it between her legs.

“Tyler.” She quivered when I slipped a finger inside of her.

“Yes,” I answered, slipping in another finger.

She sucked in a breath and squeezed her eyes shut. “Those photos?” she pressed. “Call your brother.”

I grinned and took out my phone, dialing Jay.

Easton pushed me back into the seat and knelt down, unfastening my pants and belt.

“What have you done?” Jay answered without saying hello.

Easton took my cock out, her eyes looking up at me through the mask as she slid it between her lips, taking all of it down.

“All right.” I breathed hard. “Get out in front of this,” I told Jay. “Easton Bradbury taught Christian, but he’s now in an advanced class with a different teacher. I am simply dating a teacher from the same school my son attends.”

She sucked hard, and I felt the muscles in my legs tense as my dick grew even harder.

“Fuck,” I gasped.

“What?” Jay blurted out. “What are you —?”

But I zoned out as she took my dick out of her mouth and kissed and sucked down the sides, fucking worshipping me.

“I’ll speak to her superior tomorrow,” I told Jay. “Just build her up. Use the Newsweek article and her website. No interruptions until after nine tomorrow,” I demanded, looking down and seeing the grin on her face as she licked the underside on one lone, taunting stroke with the tip of her tongue.

“Eh,” I inched out. “Make that noon.”

And I hung up.

Darting forward, I lifted her under the arms and put her on the seat across from me. Kneeling in front of her again, I pulled her hair gently, forcing her to arch her back so I could play with her tits. Taking one in my mouth, I tugged at her nipple, drawing it between my teeth and kissing the skin around it before moving on to the other one.

“I love you, too, Tyler,” she breathed out. “Don’t be careful with me, okay?”

Bringing her back up, I threw off my jacket and ripped my shirt open, her hands going straight to my chest.

“I trust you,” she told me.

I kissed her hard, kneading her ass. “You didn’t tell me about the stalking,” I charged.

“I know.” She nodded.

“You’ll tell me everything, you understand?” My hands were all over her, touching her like I would never touch her again. “No one else educates me about you, Easton.”

She wrapped her arms around my neck, whispering against my neck, “Are you sure?”

“Of course.”

But as I tried to gently push her down, because I needed to kiss every inch of her, she stopped me and raised her eyes.

So I narrowed mine on her. “What is it?”

She looked away, growing tense, and then so did I.

“There have been a couple of break-ins at my apartment,” she explained, looking solemn. “I don’t know who it is, and they don’t appear to be taking anything, but —”

“What the hell do you mean someone has been breaking into your house?” I burst out, my skin growing hot.

“I reported it to the police,” she assured me quickly. “And I added more locks. So far it’s been minor stuff,” she rushed out. “They’ve left my cabinets open, and they destroyed a display box my parents gave me when I was thirteen.”

“And you have no idea who it is?” I rasped, fear making my breathing turn shallow.

She shook her head. “No,” she nearly whispered, “and I don’t want you to worry about it.”

“Not worry about it!” I barked. “You’re under constant guard now, you hear?”

But much to my surprise, she laughed.

“It’s probably just kids, Tyler, and I’m not fighting with you about this right now,” she maintained. “I just wanted to be honest. We’ll handle it, but I won’t be the prisoner my parents tried to make me.”

I squeezed her hips, studying her hard. I didn’t like this at all.

I dipped my head to hers, whispering close, “I need to have you safe,” I confessed.

The idea of someone in her home – in her things – enraged me.

And what were the chances? After her coach did very much the same thing, it was happening again?

“I love you,” I nearly begged.

A soft smile spread across her lips. “You love me? So what does that make us?” she taunted, suddenly changing the mood.

I laughed under my breath, shaking my head. Always playing games.

“I’m too old for girlfriends, Easton,” I explained, nibbling her lips, satisfied that she was here with me now, at least, safe.

She moaned, and the taste of her skin started to make me hungrier.

I gently pushed her back and leaned down, sinking my mouth into her pussy.

“Oh, God,” she panted as I licked and sucked her clit. “Tyler,” she moaned.

“I want to talk about the break-ins more later,” I warned her. “I want to know about your parents, your career, everything…” I demanded, stroking my cock as I kissed her heat.

“Tyler, please.” She squirmed. “No more talking. Later, okay?”

“Always so hungry,” I teased. “I love it.”

“Then prove it,” she fumed, arching her head up to look at me. “Or can’t you keep up?”

I ground my teeth together, and my fingers tightened on her hip.

Little …

God, I fucking loved her.

Not thinking twice, I shot up and flipped her over onto her stomach with her knees on the floor. Yanking her thighs apart, I pulled her back to me and slid into her.

“Tyler!” she cried out, and I took a fistful of her hair, tugging slightly.

“You didn’t want it slow, did you?” I pawed her breast possessively.

She shook her head. “Uh-uh,” she whimpered.

I thrust into her harder and faster, groaning when she began backing up into it. Her pussy was so tight, squeezing my dick like a hand. I couldn’t believe I thought I could do without her.