Page 22 of Kisses

Chapter 8

Sullivan

Lying naked next to her in my office is not the smartest thing I have ever done. It was a straight up impulse and a 100% attraction overload. It was hard to keep a calm face when she was angry with me.

I get why she is angry. I am going to push her. If she wants to be a reporter, she needs to act like a reporter. She hasn’t been doing that. Once I explained it to her, I felt she understood. I mean, she jumped me and all. But it wasn’t right. It shouldn’t have happened. She’s my student. Shit, we even fucked in my office. To be honest, I care but I don’t care.

Lyla curls up next to me and wraps one of her arms around me. I bring her body close to mine and kiss her on the forehead. She jumps and asks, “What was that for?”

Realizing that I just showed a sign of affection, I want to take it back. For one, I don’t do that. Two, her reaction sucked.

I apologize, “Sorry, I don’t know what came over me. I guess I got caught up in the moment.”

She laughs, “The afterglow?”

I grin, “Something like that.”

She sighs, “What we just did was really wrong.”

“I know.”

“I’m sorry, I got a little carried away.”

“Lyla, you aren’t the only one. I let you get carried away. In return, I lost all inhibition. I should’ve known better. This whole semester has been quite challenging with you in class.”

Lyla’s head pops up and she asks, “What do you mean?”

I smirk, “Seeing the woman you had the best sex with, in your class, three days a week, is hard. If I were to see you in public without knowing you’re a student, I would not hesitate to scoop you up and fuck you wherever I see fit.”

“Really, I’m the best sex you ever had?”

“I’m not going to hide it. You are phenomenal.”

“Well, you’re not bad yourself.”

I laugh at her comment.

She sighs, “You know this can’t happen.”

My turn, I sigh, “I know. Part of me doesn’t care.”

I cannot believe I just said that.

Lyla asks, “What are you trying to say?”

“Nothing, it’s not the smartest scenario.”

Before I can say anymore, she blurts, “I’m good for fucking again.”

That catches me off guard. She is just so forward. It makes it hard to say no to her. I want her again. I lean into her and kiss her hard again. This time, she rolls on top of me. I instantly perk up. I take a deep breath, knowing we are going for round two.

She states, “I’m not one to do this. I’m game for keeping this on the down low. You and I both know this is a big no, no. But something is telling me to take the risk. I take risks but not risks like this.”

I lean toward her and this time, I gently kiss her. She runs her hands through my hair once again causing my body to tighten up with anticipation.

She pulls her lips away from mine and states, “This is just sex and nothing else. I don’t do relationships. I need to be clear about that. Are you okay with that?”

I nod. She could say anything right now and I would agree to it. This woman is a goddess. I am risking my career for sex. She better be worth it. So far, she has proven herself.

Lyla

I have no clue what came over me. The argument that sparked chemistry. I really hope I am not making a mistake by having ridiculously great sex with my professor. He sparks something in me that I have never felt before. His debonair ways. The confidence he exudes is unlike anything I have ever seen from a man. And I grew up with several confident men in my life. I am afraid of what could happen. That is why I had to be clear about it just being sex. It can’t be any more than that.

What am I getting myself into? To be honest, it’s the best sex I have ever had. We are like igniting lithium with oxygen, ready to explode when mixed together.

I.AM.FUCKED.

LITERALLY!