Page 24 of Sexploitation
“Black is fine,” I snap, taking it from him. “But I don’t do this.”
His head tilts, a smirk forming on his full lips. “You don’t drink coffee?”
“No, smartass. I don’t dosleepovers.”
“Oh... well, I guess that makes me special.”
“It makes you someone who’s overstayed their welcome.” I take a sip of coffee, sure to keep a bored expression on my face.
He shakes his head, letting out an exasperated sigh. “Don’t worry. I’m leaving. You need to get ready for work, and I’ve got to get home to get Gracie ready for school.” He leans down, placing a light kiss on my forehead. “I’ll call you later.”
“For what?” I ask as he turns to walk away, ignoring the ping of guilt in my chest. “I told you, Elias, last night was just sex.” I throw my legs over the bed and stand, placing the hot mug on my nightstand. “There’s nothing else happening here.”
He slowly turns to face me again, pinning me with his glare. “Correct me if I’m wrong here,” he begins, moving to close the gap between us, “but you seemed to be rather enjoying yourself last night.” He places his hand under my chin, locking our eyes as his thumb traces over my lips. “In fact, I’m pretty sure you enjoyed yourself six times. Am I wrong?”
“No, but...” My words trail off, my voice breathy.
No man has ever made my body sing the way this man did last night. Just his touch has it warming up, excited to hum another melody for him. A lot of men can talk the talk, but very few can walk the walk. Hell, some of these motherfuckers never even learned to crawl. The second the toys come out, they get all shy or intimidated. Not Elias, though.
Elias Jackson has mastered the art of sex.
The man should teach a class—how to properly pleasure a woman.
“Then am I wrong in assuming you would like to do that again?” He takes my silence as my answer, that cocky grin spreading across his gorgeous face before his mouth crashes into mine. The kiss is demanding and possessive, just like him. Then all too soon, he’s pulling away. “All right, then. Like I said, I’ll call you later.”
* * *
By the time lunch rolls around, I can’t wait to sit down. Every muscle in my body is feeling the effects of last night. Don’t get me wrong, it was totally worth it.Elias met and exceeded my expectations in bed. I mean, I knew the man would destroy me in the best way, but... fuck.
By the time I'm finished with you tonight, you will know exactly who owns this sweet pussy.
A smile tugs at my lips as I walk into Josie’s classroom. He’s such an arrogant bastard, but I’m definitely feeling a little owned at the moment. Every movement I make reminds me of him— his heated stare, his hands caressing my skin, his breath hot against my pussy.
“You’ve been very smiley today,” Josie muses, making me realize I’m still wearing a stupid grin on my face.
I shrug, not even bothering to school my features. “Soul cleansing orgasms will do that to a person.”
“Parker!” Josie’s cheeks tint pink as she eyes the hallway. “We’re at work,” she whisper-shouts, moving quickly to close her door.
Her room is decorated so much cuter than mine, little pumpkins and leaves scattered everywhere. It changes with every season. She was one of those people who always knew she wanted to be a teacher. The ones who used to play pretend with little makeshift classrooms at home and were always teacher’s pet. I suppose I decided this was what I wanted to do at a pretty young age too. But it wasn’t because I loved school or the idea of being a teacher. I just wanted the opportunity to make a difference in kids’ lives the way Miss Adams had done for me.
“Relax.” I sigh, rolling my eyes dramatically into the back of my head. “No one heard me.”
Sometimes, our friendship makes no sense to me. We couldn’t be more different. But I suppose that’s precisely why we work so well. She’s the sugar to my spice. The calm to my storm. She keeps me grounded, and I push her to fly.
The stern, motherly look she throws my way doesn’t last long, a giggle erupting out of her as she walks toward her desk. I follow behind her and let my stare roam over the rows of school desks until I find the one with Grace’s name tag, my mind briefly wondering what she’s like. Something tells me she’s a great kid, despite the heartbreak she suffered at such a young age. Hell, maybe even because of it. But she’s also one more reason I can’t see Elias again.
“Well... I’m pretty sure Niall didn’t have you praying to the sex gods last night,” Josie says, bringing my attention back to her. “So, does that mean things worked out the way you hoped with Elias?”
I nod, my lips curling into more of a smirk this time. “It was more worshiping than praying, but we both spent some time on our knees.”
“Oh, my God...” She lets out a little squeal and takes a seat, gesturing for me to do the same. “Sit, sit, tell me everything, bitch.” She lifts a brow as I let my tired body collapse into the chair across from her, wincing from the dull ache between my thighs. “What did you guys do? It seems like you had a rough night.”
“Oh... he definitely got a little rough.” Her nose wrinkles as I toss my brown bag special on her desk and pull out my turkey sandwich. “And I loved every second of it.”
She groans, color splashing on her cheeks again as she does the same. “I simply can not with your oversharing.”
“What?” I chuckle. “You said you wanted me to tell you everything.”