Page 149 of Their Naughty Student (Office Intrigue Duet 6)
“So what do we do next?” I asked, a sob following the words, making me laugh.
“I’m thinkin’ we should go back to the apartment, play out this whole watchin’ TV thing.” Cav’s sexy smirk made my body tingle. “With you laid out naked between us.”
“Hmm. That sounds like a good plan,” I agreed. “Whoever came up with that idea is pretty brilliant, don’t you think?”
“Brilliant,” Edge agreed, taking my hand. “And naughty.”
“Very naughty,” Cav echoed.
While they locked up the new apartment and led me back to the elevator, I kept my eyes on the engagement rings on my finger.
“You like them?” Edge asked when we stepped out on their floor.
“They’re beautiful,” I mumbled.
“Glad you think so,” Edge said with a smirk. “Because in about three minutes, they’ll be the only thing you’re wearing.”
I laughed, then moaned as they made good on that promise, stripping me in the middle of the living room before settling me on the sofa between them.
“What are we watching?” I asked, glancing over at the television.
“Does it even matter?” Cav joked.
I looked his way to see his heated gaze traveling slowly over every inch of my body. I inhaled sharply when his skilled fingers skimmed my legs, moving higher.
“It really doesn’t,” I assured him, trying to spread my legs to get him closer to where I needed him.
“I’ll be right back,” Edge said, shifting out from under my head.
“Where’s he going?” I asked, watching as he went down the hall to his bedroom.
“Not my concern right now,” Cav mumbled, his thumb gliding over my clit.
My back bowed as the onslaught of sensation stole the air right out of my lungs. I moaned, grinding my hips, trying to intensify the pressure of his thumb.
“Cav … please…”
He chuckled and moved. His movements were so quick and unexpected, the only thing I could do was laugh as he tossed me over his shoulder.
I giggled uncontrollably as he followed the same path Edge had taken, right for their bedroom.
“Tonight, sweetness,” Edge said when Cav set me on the bed, “we’re in charge.”
“Is that right?” I taunted.
His eyes heated. “That sassy mouth’s going to get you in trouble.”
“Is it? How so?”
I could see him holding back a smile. He wanted to play, I could feel it deep in my soul, and I wanted to give him what he wanted.
After all, I was their naughty student. It was my responsibility to play the part accordingly.
CAV
NAUGHTY STUDENT.
That was the scene Edge was setting up.
No, there wasn’t a classroom or books, but they weren’t necessary. Just the woman who had made this all a reality.
“Keep sassin’,” I warned, “and you’ll earn yourself a spankin’.”
She moaned, something she did whenever we played like this.
No, this wasn’t the full-time D/s roles that some people engaged in, but it worked for the three of us. We needed this in our busy lives, a chance to escape reality, to enjoy ourselves in the most basic way possible.
“That a threat or a promise, Professor Cavanaugh?” she goaded.
“Definitely a promise, Miss Lautner,” I responded, moving quickly enough to catch her off guard as I flipped her onto her stomach.
Jamie squealed at the same time Edge took one hand, I took the other. We easily restrained her to the soft leather restraints that were permanent fixtures on this bed these days.
“What are you doing?” she moaned and thrashed, playing her part perfectly.
“It’s what you want, is it not, Miss Lautner?” Edge growled. “That sassy mouth of yours always seems to get you in trouble.”
“I’ll be good,” she cried out. “I promise. I’ll be good, Professor Edge.”
“I’ve heard that before.” His eyes glittered as he glanced over at me and smiled.
“You’re so mean,” she hissed. “You’re not the boss of me.”
I bit back the laugh. Over the months, Jamie had gotten deeper and deeper into the role every time we played, and the truth was, it was a highlight of my week. I enjoyed every moment I got to spend with her, but these especially.
“I’ll give you a choice of punishment,” Edge said as I moved to the end of the bed and held Jamie’s ankles, keeping her still.
“Whatever,” she snapped.
“Five swats with the paddle,” he stated, “or ten with my hand. Your choice.”
“Do your worst, Professor Edge. You don’t scare me.”
I could see Edge fighting the urge to laugh, too. This woman was something else. Hell, she was sheer perfection.
“Next thing you’ll say is that this hurts you more than it hurts me. Is that right?” She flailed, unable to move much due to the restraints and my hands holding her legs down.
“Oh, no, baby,” he crooned. “This won’t hurt me a bit.” He palmed her ass, squeezed.
Jamie moaned, her body relaxing.
“Which’ll it be?” I asked. “Paddle or hand?”
“Hand,” she bit out.
“Mmm.” Edge moved his hands over her bare ass.
I couldn’t look away.
