Page 57 of Teach Me Your Ways

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The broken couch tilted at a precarious angle, but I didn’t give a damn about my furniture. Cece was still moving above me, her body gripping me like a vise as aftershocks rolled through her. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. Her hair was a mess, skin flushed and she was completely lost in pleasure. I lost count of the number of orgasms I’d given her. She cried out my name, which pushed me over the edge.

“Fuck,” I growled, my hips jerking up as I came hard, spilling myself into the condom with a grunt that sounded more animal than human.

We collapsed together on the busted couch. Her head fell to my shoulder, and I could feel her heart hammering against my chest. My hands moved to her back, stroking the smooth skin as we both tried to remember what our names were.

“Did we just break your couch?” she asked after a moment, her voice muffled against my neck.

I chuckled, the sound rumbling through my chest. “Completely destroyed it. But it was a piece of shit anyway.”

She lifted her head to look at me, her blue eyes bright with post-orgasmic satisfaction and something that looked suspiciously like mischief. “I can’t believe we just did that.”

“Which part? The kitchen counter, the standing sex, or breaking my furniture?”

“All of it.” She laughed, and the sound went straight to my chest. “I’ve never—I mean, I’m not usually⁠—”

“Wild?” I suggested, brushing a strand of hair away from her flushed face.

She blushed deeper. “I was going to say adventurous. But yeah, wild works too.”

“You’re full of surprises, Miss Monroe.” I traced my thumb along her jawline, marveling at how soft her skin was. “In the best possible way.”

She bit her lower lip, suddenly looking uncertain. “This was supposed to be a conversation about boundaries.”

“We had the conversation,” I pointed out. “We agreed on all the logical reasons why this was a terrible idea.”

“And then we did it anyway.”

“Multiple times. Very thoroughly.” I couldn’t keep the smugness out of my voice. The woman had come apart in my hands like she was made for me. I had never felt chemistry like this with anyone before.

She laughed despite herself, then grew serious. “What does this mean? For us, I mean.”

That was the million-dollar question, wasn’t it? What we’d just done had obliterated every professional boundary we’d carefully discussed. The smart thing would be to chalk it up to one night of incredible sex and go back to pretending we were just professor and student.

But looking at her now, naked and beautiful in my arms, I knew that was impossible. I was already addicted to the way she responded to my touch, the sounds she made when she came, the way she looked at me like I was the only man in the world.

“I don’t know,” I admitted.

I carefully lifted her and sat her on the couch. I strolled into the bathroom to dispose of the condom, then I wandered back into the kitchen. I was suddenly thirsty and ravenous. We had worked up an appetite.

I grabbed a couple bottles of cold water from the fridge and a small bowl of leftover strawberries. And then the bag of Ruffles from the counter. I carried my bounty to the couch. She hadn’t moved. I loved that she was still naked.

I handed her the water. “Cold enough?”

She smiled, a quiet, tired light. “Perfect.” She took a sip with total satisfaction, like I’d handed her treasure.

“Hungry?” I asked.

She giggled. “I am.”

“We burned a few calories.”

I held out the bag of chips. She grabbed a handful and started to eat. I watched her munch on them, completely un-self-conscious about sitting naked on my broken couch eating junk food. Well, the strawberries counted as healthy, I supposed.

There was something incredibly sexy about how comfortable she was with me now, the hesitation and awkwardness gone. We’d been tiptoeing around each other for so long that this felt like we could finally breathe around each other again.