“Bullshit, Kadence,” I argue. “You and I both know that’s not true. The three times I had you proved that we would work.” A slight blush strokes her cheek.

“Just because we had good sex doesn’t mean anything, Nix,” she fights back, thinking that’s all this was. Fuck no.

“It was more than good sex, Kadence. It was fuckin’ phenomenal. You know it. I know it.” She rolls her eyes, but not before I get a glimpse of her agreement.

“Turn around and put your hands on the desk,” I demand, wanting to remind her just how good it was. My control slips each time she informs me we won’t work. I'll fucking show her just how much we work.

“No,” she fires back, but I can see the fight in her body.

Leaning in closer, I reach out and grab her from behind the neck. Her body shivers at the contact and I smirk knowing how much I affect her.

“Turn around and put your hands on the goddamn desk,” I grit out the demand again, knowing that she’s fighting an internal battle. She holds her ground, not giving in. I’m not surprised though; she’s more bullheaded than me.

“Come on, Miss Turner. Let me soothe that ache I know you got buildin’,” I murmur into her ear. I don’t miss the tremor that runs through her body, before she slowly turns, bends forward and places both hands on the desk. Fuck, yes. Her submission stirs my cock to life.

“Shit,” she hisses, like her body didn’t listen to her. “We could get caught,” she says, shaking her head at what she’s doing.

“We’re here alone and I locked the door,” I tell her as my hand goes to her skirt. Lifting the material, I nearly blow my load seeing the sexy as fuck getup she’s got going on underneath.

“Oh, baby, you wear this for me?” My finger trails the lace of the top of her stockings. The white lace thong she’s wearing shows off the globes of her cheeks. Slapping my hand down on her skin, she lets out a deep groan at my contact. “Fuck, you like that?” I smile, leaning into her. It was one thing we didn’t do the other night. One thing I’m going to rectify right now.

She doesn’t answer me, so I pull back, bringing my hand down again harder. She cries out as I rub the red area. “Answer me, Kadence. You like bein’ spanked?” I bite out as I run my finger along the seam of her thong. I can feel her heat over the lace, and I order my body to take it slow before I rip the offending item off and bury myself home.

“Yes,” she cries, no shame in her admission.

“Good girl. Now tell me, did you wear this sexy outfit for someone else?” I ask again, bringing my hand down on her ass, hoping she doesn’t say yes.

“No.” She gasps as I press my body against hers, my hard cock letting her know what she does to it.

“Then who did you wear it for?” I question, pulling back and running my finger down her crack.

“Me,” she replies, but I don’t believe her. We both know she wore this for me; probably took her time finding something to tease me with.

Hooking my finger under the string, I pull back the elastic and slide my pointer down her bare center.

“Are you soakin’ for me, Kadence?” I already know the answer when my fingers find her arousal.

“God, yes,” she squeaks as my finger enters her in one forceful movement. Her wetness makes it a smooth entry, and I pull out, adding a second finger. Her hips jerk forward as I begin pumping her harder. Fuck, she is responsive; even the other night she caved to my every command. She might have fought me, but when push came to shove, she fucking caved.

“You like my cock the other night?” My fingers fuck her harder after every question.

“Yes, God, yes,” she pants out, riding my fingers.

“You want my cock now, Kadence?” I ask, feeling her tighten around my fingers. Yeah, she wants my cock, fucking greedy pussy.

“Yes, fuck me, Nix.” Her voice takes on a new tone as I build her up to the brink

“You sure you want my cock?” I ask as my thumb finds her clit.

“Yes!”

“Keep your hands on the desk and don’t let go, okay?” I say, stepping back from her. My cock is straining in my jeans, and I’m sure she’s gonna fucking hate me for it but I have to do it. I have to fucking teach her a lesson.

“Sorry, babe, I gotta go,” I say, watching her head come up, turning to look over her shoulder.

“Don’t fuck with me, Nix,” she sneers, standing and turning to face me. Her eyes are inflamed with passion. Her hair’s slightly tussled in her pony. Her skirt’s hiked up, exposing her pussy, and the lace tops of her stockings are making my dick twitch harder, yelling out to not be an asshole and bury myself in her.

I lick my fingers clean, rolling my eyes at her sweet taste, I’m a fucking idiot; her taste has me questioning my sanity. “Why did you leave?” I ask one last time, her eyes watching my fingers. I need to know I’m not the only one feeling like it was a little more. She has to feel it too.

“Phoenix, get out,” she fumes, pulling her skirt down, pissed I played her. As much as I want to argue with her, demand that she tells me why, then make her beg me to fuck her, I don’t. I’m already on edge and probably shouldn’t have come back in, but seeing her again stirred the want in me and I knew I couldn’t fight it. I watch her, wondering if I have lost my fucking mind. Was I the only one to feel it? She takes a shaky breath, her eyes ablaze with irritation, but I see the need in them. I know she’s lying, but what can I do?

Her eyebrows rise, waiting for what I don’t know. For me to argue some more? I don’t. Tonight has pushed me too far. Instead, I turn and walk out of her classroom. I'm pissed that she’s just too damn stubborn, and hope like fuck next time I see her, she has her head out of her ass and is ready to admit the truth: that I’m not the only one feeling this fucking connection.

Chapter Nine

Kadence

I wake to the sound of Holly banging around in the kitchen. Fuck, kill me now; the woman wouldn’t know a sleep in if it hit her in the face.

It’s Saturday morning. Ten days since Nix spanked me and then left me laid bare on my desk, begging him to fuck me.

I have no idea what I was thinking letting him get to me.

Since our classroom meeting last week, I haven’t seen or heard from him. It’s not like I’d try to contact him. Sleeping with him the first time was a mistake. Bending over while he finger fucked me, well, that was something else. It’s like I can’t control the effect he has on me. Getting in my space and demanding to take me on my school desk was one of the hottest things I have ever done. Leaving me standing there horny and pissed off was not. The anger that flowed through me after realizing he played me has kept me grounded in my belief that I can’t stand the man, and I’m more of an idiot for thinking it would be an easy one-night deal.

Groaning into my pillow, I force myself not to think about the asshole today, just like every other morning this last week, but every goddamn day, I fail miserably.

My door suddenly swings open, connecting with the wall behind.

“You still sulking over your sexy biker daddy?” Holly walks in, throwing herself right onto my king-size bed.

“No,” I lie a little too quickly, moving over to let her lay down.

“I call bullshit.”

“You can call it whatever you want. Like I’ve told you every time you asked, it was a mistake.”

Holly pounced on me the moment I walked through the door Sunday morning. After giving her all the details, she then continued to pick apart everything that we did and chewed me out for leaving him. I promised I would think about calling him, but I was more concerned how she dealt with Ben after he ditched us at the bar. I knew she was going to dump his ass for leaving us. I felt a little bad that it was because of what Nix did but she didn’t seem to mind, claiming he was lousy in bed anyway.