Page 170 of Breathe Like Hell

“Is this going against some code of conduct?”

“Me fucking you at all is going against several codes of conduct, baby girl,” he reminded me, his hands molding to my hips, fingers pressing down on my thighs. I hummed, my body softening for him.

“I suppose you’re right.”

“How’s your birthday so far?” he asked as I scooted back on his lap, putting my ass flush with his hardening dick. I leaned into him, resting the back of my head on his collarbone.

“I don’t like talking about my birthday. But it’s fine.”

“Twenty two years old,” he murmured, kissing right below my ear. “You are literally a fucking infant. I don’t know how to feel about it.”

“You’re not into a seventy-five year age gap?”

“Not really. I’m into you, though.” He adjusted his hips, grinding his obvious erection against me. I lifted myself and shifted my position to straddle him the other way, facing him.

“Well, human years are different than angel years.”

“Yeah? You think you’re old enough to be fucking your professor?”

“Pretty sure you’re not my professor anymore.”

He inclined his head, bringing his mouth to mine, expertly working my lips open with his own. His hands gripped my ass, squeezing and massaging me. I sighed against his mouth.

“Until I submit your grade for this—” he reached behind me to grab my exam off his desk, then pressed it to my chest “—I’m still your professor.”

“Is it sick if I don’t want it to end?”

“I don’t want it to end, either.”

“Yeah, but my reasons are more perverted than yours.”

“Oh?” His tone was amused. “You get off on this now. I remember when you used to be so shy about it.” He kissed my jaw, moving towards my throat.

“I was also just shy around you in general.”

“And you’re not shy around me anymore?” he asked, looking me in the eye.

“Nope,” I lied, then shook my head, suppressing a smile.

“Let’s remedy that.”

Before I had a chance to react, Micah had shoved me off his lap and stood up, grabbing the hem of my crewneck and yanking it over my head. My stomach flipped. He had my yoga pants and underwear off in the next second, and then I was being pushed backwards to lay on his desk, my legs pinned wide open.

Small trembles ran along my whole body, naked on his desk.

I tried to close my thighs, but the effort was futile. The hunger in Micah’s gaze was so palpable that my heart was fluttering wildly.

“Are you done lying to me?” he questioned, eyes dragging all over my body, lighting a fire inside of me every place he looked. The lacquered wood of his desk felt cool against the bare skin of my shoulders, my ass, my thighs, but his stare was an inferno burning me up everywhere else.

I nodded, heat flushing my cheeks.

“Good girl,” he murmured, still staring at my bare body with a reverence that made my breathing shallow. His pupils were large and dark. “Are you ready to grade your exam now?”

“I’ll try,” I whispered, a shiver trickling through my shoulders, goosebumps racing over my exposed skin.

Micah sat back in his chair, then put me on his lap facing the desk. The butterflies in my stomach were vicious as he flipped over my exam, then wiggled the computer mouse, his angled monitor lighting up. There was a PDF displayed on the screen—an answer key. Micah reached to the side and slid a red pen in my direction, his fingers brushing mine when I took it from him.

“Checkmark if you got it right and circle the number if you got it wrong.”