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“Only if you aren’t his stepdaughter,” I mumble back to her under my breath. “He’s a tyrant at home.”
Sienna’s eyes widen in shock, her words coming out in a choked gasp. “Shut up,” she whispers scandalously.
Niccolo stops mid-speech and directs his gaze at us. With an eyebrow more manicured than my own, he crosses his arms over his chest and asks, “You, dark hair,” he gestures toward Sienna, “What’s your name?”
I avert my eyes. She got herself into this mess; she can get herself out of it.
“Sienna Richler, sir.” She doesn’t sound so confident anymore; Niccolo tends to have that effect on people.
“Miss Richler, can you tell the class what the biological basis of behavior is in the study of psychology?”
Her cheeks flush bright red, and uncertainty clouds her voice as she answers. “To, um, explore biological factors and how they, um, impact behavior?”
Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Niccolo’s jaw twitch. “This isn’t Jeopardy, Miss Richler. Don’t answer in the form of a question.”
Sienna clears her throat before repeating herself with more surety. “To explore biological factors and how they impact behavior.”
Niccolo’s stern gaze softens slightly as he nods in affirmation. “Correct.” His voice remains firm yet measured. A few silent seconds pass as he sizes Sienna up again before continuing. “Don’t talk when I’m talking, Miss Richler. This is a place of learning, not idle chatter. Shall we continue, or do you have someriveting informationyou’d like to share with the class?”
She shakes her head quickly, then proceeds to face forward for the rest of the hour. It’s her first day of class, and she’s already pissed off the professor. Better her than me, in my opinion.
But I can’t escape my stepfather’s watchful eye for long. He spends the rest of the hour informing us of the year to come, breaking down the schedule for midterms and finals from now until spring. When he finally dismisses everyone, he shoots me a look that almost glues me to my chair. “Not you, Miss Lucatello,” he says when I stand up. “I’d like to speak to you privately.”
There are a few‘oooh, she’s in trouble’sfrom the back of the lecture hall, all from boys who haven’t matured past high school yet, but the jeers subside as everyone files out of the room.
Niccolo turns to scribble on the whiteboard, his muscular form silhouetted against the pristine surface. Although his back is turned, I can feel his presence commanding the room. As the last few students pack up their things and eagerly flee from the palpable tension, I remain in my seat until the door closes behind the last person.
“What do you want, Nic?” I’m ready to go back to my dorm room and take a nap.
He turns on his heel and scowls. “That’sprofessorto you, Christine.”
Chapter 2
Niccolo
My stepdaughter shows up to class looking like she wants me to bend her over the hood of my car and make her scream my name.
Dressed casually in shorts and a tank top, her bare legs are just begging me to get on my knees and worship. I’m so turned on that I have to think about bugs splattering on a windshield to keep my dick from getting hard at the sight of her tanned, delicious thighs. I fight tooth and nail with my lust through the hour because my brain is conjuring up images of grabbing her by the hips, ripping off her tiny little shorts, and grinding my cock deep into her center.
I drone on about the syllabus and my expectations for the semester, checking off points on an imaginary list in a monotone voice. It’s almost enough to keep my mind off Christine.Almost.
At the end of the class, I ask her to stay after even though I have no reason to. I need to see her alone, eye her up and down without fifty other students seeing me do it. It’s the first time we’ve been away from home together, and I need a moment to collect my thoughts.
“What do you want, Nic?” Christine asks from her seat when everyone is gone.
I want everything I’ve been holding myself back from for the last few months; I want her. “That’sprofessorto you, Christine.” My voice tightens as I turn to take her in. She is arousing from head to toe, a walking wet dream demanding to be debased, and I’m just the man to give in to do the job.
My stepdaughter rolls her eyes as she gets up, yawning to show her complete lack of concern as she saunters toward me. “Oh, you want me to call you professor now?” She asks with a teasing lilt. When she reaches my desk, she leans forward and spreads her hands wide across the mahogany. The neckline of her shirt dips into an inviting V-shape, so low that her breasts look like they might pop out of her dark red velvet bra at any moment. “Then why did you keep me after class,professor?”
I drag my eyes away from her chest before I lose control of my senses and give in to my cravings. “You need to conduct yourself properly in the classroom, Christine.”
She raises a confused eyebrow and asks, “Excuse me?”
“That,” I look her up and down, “is not an appropriate outfit for a college classroom.” A too-tight tank top cinching her breasts together should not be paired with jean shorts that cup her ass in a way that makes me jealous of a piece of fabric.
Christine snorts in disdain as she pushes off the desk. “It’s 102 outside, Nic. I’m not showing up in a parka.”
She’s deliberately trying to bait me, and it makes my palm twitch. “That’s not what I mean, and you know it.”
