Breaking Noah

“If we ever get married, are you going to have naked whores dancing all over you?” I’m slapped back to reality. She’s expecting marriage from me. Of course she is, you idiot. She wouldn’t be with you this long otherwise. The ring.

“It all depends on what the guys put together. You know that. I won’t have a say when it’s my bachelor party.” Feeling content in my answer, I snatch a few pieces of bacon off the plate and walk into the bedroom to change.

Since it’s pretty mild out, I opt for a pair of jeans, a T-shirt, and a light jacket, and I’m out the door before I swallow the last bite of bacon, briefly saying goodbye to Shannon. On my way to the diner to wait for Zara, I text Derrick and tell him to meet me at the bar on the edge of town in a few hours. His reply is almost immediate, informing me that he’ll be there by noon.

Pulling into the parking lot of the diner, I don’t see Zara’s car. Deciding to wait it out, I head inside and order some pancakes and coffee. After polishing off my plate, I’m about to give up and go to the bar a little earlier when Zara whips into the lot, nearly taking off my passenger-side mirror.

I toss a few bills on the table and the bell above the door barely has time to chime as I forcefully bolt outside to meet Zara before she makes it into work.

“Zara,” I call. She turns toward me, a sensual smile spreading across her lips and an evil glimmer appearing in her eyes.

“Back for more?” she coyly asks, her gaze moving down my body, resting on my crotch.

“Not now, Zara. I left something at your place yesterday and I need it back.”

“Oh, you mean this?” She raises her hand and my three thousand dollars is proudly displayed on her finger. You have to be kidding me.

“Not funny, Zara. I need that back,” I scold, reaching for her hand, only for her to swiftly move it, placing it behind her back.

“That’s not very nice, Noah. I mean Mr. Bain. You left a gift for me at my apartment and now you want it back? I didn’t think you were that kind of man.”

“You know damn well that ring wasn’t meant for you. Now, please, Zara, give it back to me.”

Pursing her lips together and shaking her head, Zara’s eyes meet mine and I can only imagine the things running through her head. “If you want it back, you’re going to have to do something for me. It’s only fair.”

“What do you want?” I ask, exasperated.

“You,” she states, not giving any indication that she’s joking.

“Me? You know that’s not possible.”

“It was possible last night. I’m only disappointed that Dillon decided to come home drunk off his ass. We could have had a lot of fun, Mr. Bain.”

The way my name rolls off her tongue drives me wild. She’s doing it on purpose. I’m at a crossroads here. I can give her what she wants…what I want as well…but with what consequence? My job, future, relationship? Or I could refrain from giving in to her demands and possibly still lose all of that. This is a no-win situation.

“I need to know exactly what you want, Zara.” She pauses for a moment, her eyes traveling upward as if she’s thinking. When her stare refocuses on me, her tongue snakes out of her mouth, wetting her perfect lips, before she takes a step in my direction. I’m unable to move, and she continues her path, as if she’s stalking her prey; her hand is on my chest and our bodies are flush together.

“I want you to fuck me.”

My heart jumps. I’m in shock, hearing those words fly out of her mouth…those lips…

“Zara, you’re a beautiful girl—gorgeous, even—but I can’t make love to one of my students. I’ve been putting both of us in a situation that could end badly.”

Stepping onto her tiptoes, she situates her mouth at my ear, where I can feel her every breath as she speaks. “I didn’t ask you to make love to me, Mr. Bain. I want you to fuck me. Fuck me like you can only dream of fucking your girlfriend. Fuck me like the slut you think I am. I want you to make me feel things I’ve never felt before and will probably never feel again. I want you to claim my body for your pleasure, Mr. Bain. Do you think you can handle that?”

I’m at a loss. It’s like this girl has jogged through every man’s mind and determined what we all secretly want and she’s using it to her advantage. Fuck, just with her words, Zara’s got me harder than I’ve ever been in my life. I guess if I’m potentially going to lose everything I’ve built anyway, I might as well go out in a blaze of glory for men everywhere.

“I can handle that.”

Chapter 17

Zara

I figured I’d have a few days to put something into play, but when Noah grabbed my hand, pulled me into his car, and took off for campus, I should have known. The ride to school was quiet, my heart racing as fast as his tires across the pavement. The moment we hit the parking lot, it was like a sprint to the finish line.

His classroom is only a few doors into the building. As soon as we are inside, he sits me on the edge of his desk, coils his fingers inside the waistband of my pants. With his eyes, he tells me to raise my hips, which I do without a second thought. He rips the leggings down, leaving my skirt in place, and tosses them on the floor. With a growl, he steps forward, pushing himself against me.

“Oh, God,” I gasp, his fingers gliding over the curve of my back as he pushes me onto his desk. The warmth of his hands against my bare skin is sending shivers down my spine. He cups my breast through my shirt as his tongue slides over my neck.