Mason tosses the keys in the air, catches them effortlessly, and strolls over. "Let’s go, baby sis. Jace, thanks for your help. Li, also thank him, too," Mason says, using his teacher voice. Arabella watches us closely, and I can’t help but turn to Jace. "Jace... thank you SO much," I say with exaggerated enthusiasm as I throw my arms around his neck. Once again, he freezes, and I learn something new about him. He’s had sex—probably a lot of it—but physical contact, true intimacy? He seems to shy away from it. He seems to hate it. He's got no problem with using his hands and his dick, but a simple hug? Imagine the horror. And so, of course, I press my body against his, feeling my breasts flatten against his chest. With a slight shift, I position us so I’m facing Arabella. I give her a small, cruel smile as I slide my hand up to the back of Jace’s neck. He’s still frozen, his breath warm against my cheek. With my other hand, I grab his blazer, pulling him even closer. I turn my hea
"Yeah... apparently the clients did. These parties tend to get a bit wild." Mason’s phone lights up, and I lean over to see the chat with Jace.-Jace: Help me.-Jace: [picture]I stare at the picture, scanning it thoroughly. It’s his office, and sure enough, there are multiple women in lingerie—asses and breasts on full display—touching the men. "Ask him if he has a favorite stripper," I say to Mason. He smirks and immediately types.-Mason: Got a favorite girl?My heart pounds out of my chest. What office party has strippers present??-Jace: They're dirty and already sucked more cock tonight than I had drinks. Their speed is immaculate, though. They're in and out with the boys in minutes.Mason laughs out loud and continues the conversation.-Mason: You didn't answer the question. Is it the blonde one in red?He zooms in on a stripper in red, her back to the camera, her face turned just enough for her profile to show.-Jace: If you want a list of my top ten, I can make you one. Why a
My heart races as I stare at the messages from Jace, my fingers hovering over the keyboard. He’s online, probably noticing that I am too. Another text pops up. -Mr. Grumpy: Sugar Baby. My belly flutters. -Mr.Grumpy: I want you to tell me one thing. -Mr. Grumpy: If you answer, I won't punish you for ignoring my request in the supermarket. I told you to keep your phone on, you brat. I start typing, then delete it. Type again, delete. A flood of responses rush through my mind. My phone was on all night; I just didn’t have it with me. But I doubt he’d appreciate that answer right now. Also, “brat” sounds... kind of sexy, coming from him. Okay. -Norali: Shoot. -Mr. Grumpy: Tell me what happened last night. Was there someone with you? Aaah. So he is still wondering about last night. Interesting. Well, that is exactly the same for me. I want to know what happened with Charlene. But he isn't going to get my answer that easily. -Norali: What an inappropriate question to ask, Mr. Ad
I’m not going to send him a nude, especially since his picture is foggy anyway. Instead, I open the camera and stand in front of the living room mirror. I made sure my phone is in front of my face. It's just my op half on the screen, with maybe my shirt pulled down just a tad to reveal more of my shoulders and collarbones. It's not particularly sexy or anything like that. I could’ve probably done a way better job. -Norali: Picture I hit send and wait for his response, heart pounding. -Mr. Grumpy: Yes, mirror kink added. -Mr. Grumpy: You're stunning. And the nerves come back again. Did he really just call me stunning? My cheeks flush, and I clear my throat, which suddenly feels tight. Does he really mean that? Jace isn’t the type to throw out compliments. How can he even call me stunning when my face isn’t in the picture? -Mr. Grumpy: Your turn. Pressing my lips together, I stand frozen in the living room for a few seconds. What else could be a kink? I glance around the room, t
"So... someone is coming over this morning," I say casually to Hannah as I switch on the coffee machine. She’s lounging on the couch and immediately pauses The Office. "You’re joking," she gasps. Of course, she immediately knows who I’m talking about. I turn around as I hear her get up from the couch. "What do you mean 'coming over'?" she asks, full of intrigue. I sigh, pressing the cappuccino button. "Well... he’s got a day planned with Mason," I reply, trying to figure out how to tell her that he wants us to join. Hannah’s face narrows in suspicion. "Okay... what are you not telling me?" Before I can answer, Mason walks down the stairs with Esme, who showed up early this morning and immediately went to him. I’ve been downstairs avoiding them. "But I thought it was just a day with Jace," Mason complains. "Come on," Esme chimes in, opening the door to the living room. "It’ll be fun!" "Good morning, Hannah," Mason greets, though his eyes are still on Esme. "I wanted a bro day,"
I walk to the car like a robot, hearing the front door slam shut behind me. Jace’s comment about the backseat only fitting two people wasn’t a joke. The doors are still open, and I see Esme and Hannah looking at me with wide, questioning eyes. Did they see what just happened? Mason is busy fiddling with the radio, completely oblivious. "I don't fit," I say, raising my eyebrows. Jace steps up beside me, dressed more casually than usual—just a t-shirt and jeans instead of his usual office attire. "The biggest seat is at the front. Honestly, you could just sit on my—" Jace starts to say, but I move before he can finish. I crawl onto Hannah’s lap, sticking my ass out a little more than necessary. My dress rides up dangerously high, and I feel like my underwear is on the verge of showing. I turn to face Hannah, straddling her legs. We’re nose to nose, and she gives me a look that says she knows exactly what I’m doing. Her eyes flicker to Jace and then back to me, widening slightly. Jac
Miraculously, Mason slows down immediately. The three of us let out deep sighs of relief. Adrenaline still courses through me, making my heart race. “Go left here,” Jace directs Mason, who obeys. I can feel the slight shift in the car as Mason finds a perfectly straight road. Mason's happiness at the straight road is palpable. The gas is pressed again, but this time, it’s smoother. He raises the volume of the music and starts bopping along to the beat, headbanging slightly. As the car settles into a steady pace, my body relaxes, and Jace seems to notice. But I get the sense that he’s aware of the lingering adrenaline. His grip on me loosens, but instead of letting go, his hand lands on the side of my bare leg, caging it between his leg and mine. It’s hidden from Mason’s view, but his touch is fully on my skin. My white dress has ridden up, barely covering my hips. “I didn’t think you’d want to slow down,” I say, trying to make conversation with the man behind me. “It scared you. O
“Speak,” Hannah demands, pulling off her sneakers. “About what?” I ask, feigning innocence as I bend down to unclasp my sandals. “Oh my god, Nora! You sitting on your teacher’s lap, and him holding you like he’s afraid you’ll disappear,” Esme says, giving me a shove that nearly sends me sprawling into the sand. “You hate him, and he hates you!”Hannah throws her hands in the air. I bite my lip, looking down. “We... we’ve been texting,” I admit slowly. Both of them gasp. I finally get my sandals off and glance at the inviting water. “You’ve been texting again? When?” Hannah asks, grabbing my arm and pulling me toward the water. It’s cold and crystal clear, and the soft sand feels good as I dig my toes in. “Last night... and the night before.” "Oh my GOD! Nora!" Hannah practically screams. "Wasn't he with strippers last night?" Esme asks, noting something every important.Hannah’s excitement falters as she turns to Esme in shock. “He was, yeah,” I say carefully. “But he went home.
Fuck. I'm hard as a fucking rock. Never in my life have I been this turned on. Not even when I was 19, Norali’s age, and fucked like a rabbit, had I never been this hard. But now? Now I feel a drop of precum leaking out as I glance over at Norali standing in the corner behind the door—so sweet, so innocent. Her bare legs, the subtle curve of her breasts peeking out from her dress, and those flushed pink cheeks. The memory of her breathy moans still echoes in my mind. Sunday. That’s all I can think about. A little slice of heaven. Her scent lingers on me, and my finger is still coated in her. It takes all my self-control not to smell it. Fucking heaven. That's what she is. When the entire class walks in, and nobody notices Norali, she appears from behind the door and strolls in as if she has always been there. She shuts the door and doesn’t spare me a single glance. Instead, she heads straight to the back, taking a seat at the empty table next to Hannah. I remain seated behind my
“I want an A in math,” I say, my tone firm and unapologetic. If I’m going to be his plaything, I might as well get something out of it. Jace’s eyes snap to mine, narrowing. “You? An A in math? That’s impossible.” “The moment I get that A is the moment I'll become your sugar baby,” I retort. I shrug off my coat, letting it fall onto the table behind me. I catch Jace swallowing hard. “Did you dress up like this for me?” he asks, his voice lower, but I can hear the tension. Gotcha. “No... Why? Do you like it? Does it distract you?” I ask with a sweet tone. I slowly rise from my position. “No, of course not,” Jace replies quickly, but the way his eyes flicker tells a different story. He IS distracted. The male brain. Ever so fun. I move in until I’m nearly within arm’s reach. “Oh, I think it does,” I purr. “See, I think you like what I’m wearing. But I think you’ll like what I’m wearing underneath even more.” I place my hands on the armrests of his chair, leaning in slightly, an
So when Wednesday rolls around and I’m dressed in my favorite high heels and a short, wavy dress under my long cream-colored coat, I feel nothing but confidence. Some of it is definitely faked, but I firmly believe in “fake it till you make it.” The first few lessons drag on. I have Jace last, and I’m extremely thankful for it. That gives me a break before I face him, and I’ll definitely use that time wisely. My hair is styled in soft curls, I’ve shaved, and my favorite perfume lingers in the air around me. The new high heels I treated myself to are the cherry on top. When Hannah saw me this morning, she rolled her eyes and immediately took on the role of protective friend, especially when it came to Connor. “Do you need more than 15 minutes?” she teases when our last lesson ends. I give her a playful shove and grin as she eyes my outfit. "I just want to see how he reacts, Han. I’m not going to sleep with him," I say with a sigh. Just giving a taste of his own medicine. “Yeah,
By the time we get up, Jace is already gone. Mason yells at us several times to hurry up, his voice unusually excited. Hannah and I share a glance, confused, and then I spot the Aston Martin car key on the dining table. "What's this?" I ask, picking up the key. Jace left his car here? "Yeah," Mason replies, his attention still on the key. "He said we could take the Aston Martin to school today. He had to go to the office before work, so he took his Porsche instead. Apparently, it's better suited for the office or something." He takes another bite of toast, still not looking up. Hannah and I exchange another glance. I feel a wave of unease wash over me. "I don’t feel good," I say quietly. Mason finally looks up, concerned. "You don’t?" Shaking my head, I trace the wood grain of the table with my finger, avoiding his eyes. "I think it's from the cold water yesterday... Or maybe I ate something that didn’t agree with me." Mason watches me for a moment, then shrugs. "Alright, stay
And then we hear the creak of the stairs. Panic shoots through me, and I instinctively push against Jace’s chest. “No,” he growls, stopping me. “We’re not stopping.” Someone knocks on the door, making me jump. Jace's hand leaves my neck, and he quickly covers my mouth as his fingers stretch inside me, making me groan against his palm. “I’m busy! Just a few minutes!” Jace yells toward the door. My hand remains flat against his chest, and I can’t help but marvel at how warm and smooth his skin feels. Another wave of pleasure hits me, and Jace looks down at me with a knowing smirk. “Alright!” Mason shouts from the other side. Oh no. I’m going to— “Yes,” Jace says, almost proudly. I become nothing. If I could scream, I would, but Jace’s hand muffles any sound. My hand slides up his chest, nails digging into his shoulder as I cling to him, lost in the sensation. My eyes close as I put my head back against the cool glass door. My body hums with pleasure, muscles between my legs tigh
“Well, it was a bit more than just one kiss, wasn’t it, Nora?” Ramon says out loud. I quickly snatch his hand off my knee and lean in closer. “I’m not kissing you, Ramon. I don’t know how much wine you’ve had, but you’re getting on my nerves. And I can’t believe you just spilled our secret,” I snap, glaring at him. Ramon's face breaks for a second. Guilt flashes over his face, and his eyes lift to Esme uncertainly. "I'm not going to tell anyone," Esme swears, raising her hands in defense. Rolling my eyes, I jump up from the couch, remembering to grab the black underwear and clench it tightly in my hand. Hannah is already in bed, scrolling on her phone with tired eyes. "Ramon told Esme that we kissed!" I whisper-shout, yanking off my dress in frustration. Hannah looks up at me, then her eyes drop lower, widening in realization. “You weren’t joking. He really did steal your underwear,” she says. I glance down at myself before holding up my hand in victory. "Stole it back. Well, I d
"In the bathtub?" Jace asks, grabbing my waist and trying to pull me closer. But since I’m lying the other way, he can’t manage it without waking Hannah. I can feel his frustration. "Yes," I say, pinching the underwear a little higher, teasing. "Well..." I swallow, hesitating. "I might have been... touching myself when I sent you that picture," I whisper, my cheeks heating up. I'm not exactly lying. I did try to touch myself, but it didn’t really work. It wasn’t much fun. Still, I did think about him. And I need my underwear back, ASAP. And I do often think about having sex in a bathtub or hot tub—it’s kind of hot. Jace groans, dropping his head lower. "Fuck. I’m going to give you the biggest bathtub you’ve ever seen." His hand slides up to my shoulder, slipping his fingers under the strap of my dress. I quickly grab my underwear, balling it up in my fist. "Will you join me? Will you teach me?" I ask, feigning innocence while hiding the underwear under my legs. The focus in me
I lean back against the couch, catching the musky scent of Jace’s cologne. The movie drones on, but I’m barely paying attention. Esme and Mason are cuddled together, with Esme half-hidden under the blanket, her eyes wide with fear as she stares at the screen. Hannah, ever the mischief-maker, is munching on popcorn and occasionally tossing pieces at Ramon’s head. Jace shifts closer, holding his phone, and whispers, "Can I sleep here?" "You can sleep in the guest room," I whisper back, my eyes on the screen. Somebody onscreen is walking through a dark forest, explaining something I’m not really following. "You’ve got a double bed," Jace murmurs, leaning even closer. My muscles tense. I glance quickly at Hannah, but she’s still focused on the movie and her popcorn, oblivious to our exchange. "I do," I answer cautiously. "Hmm." He says nothing more, though I can sense his thoughts swirling. Ten minutes pass. The film, now talking about spirits haunting a house, doesn’t hold my at
I hear the boys’ footsteps before they appear, and then Ramon plops down beside me. "Darling," he whispers in my ear."Don’t annoy me, Ramon," I reply, already feeling the fatigue of his presence. Jace's face remains set on thunder as he looks from Ramon to me and sits down next to Ramon with his wine in his hand. Ramon has already poured a new one. I share two seconds of eye contact with Jace before I drop back against the couch. Mason puts on a movie, and of course, it has to be a horror movie. He throws blankets at us, and I snuggle in with Hannah. Ramon tries to get in, but Hannah harshly kicks him away and then settles back with rosy cheeks. She winks at me, her smile mischievous. She's definitely planning something. The movie begins, but my attention is elsewhere. Hannah leans in, lifting the blanket over our heads, her grin widening."If you get any perks from sleeping with the teacher, think of me, okay?" she whispers."Hannah!" I whisper-shout, kicking her leg under the bla