Taming His Tutor

That wasn’t where she wanted his tongue. His knuckles brushed back and forth over her breast again. Again. Again.

“Joe.” Her voice cracked, even as her hips circled. “I’m begging. Don’t make me.” She began to pant. “Because I will…”

She would scream with pleasure here and now if he touched her again. No matter that they were in a room full of people.

She was nothing but a pool of damp want, trying not to clench down and just let go in a loud, long orgasm. But it wasn’t what she wanted—she wanted him with her. In her. Together.

His expression softened for a second, then turned lethal. “Let’s go.”

She nodded mutely, so aroused it was painful.

She sat in the passenger seat, willing him to drive as quickly as possible. Which, thank God, he did. One hand on the steering wheel, one hand lightly tracing the skin just above her knee. Not high enough, not hard enough. He was the ultimate tease.

It was a bare five minutes before he parked in his spot outside the gym.

“Joe,” she whispered, not caring how much she was pleading with him. “I don’t think I can walk anymore.”

He swung her into his arms. One arm wrapped around her thighs, pushing them together.

“Ah!” She had his biceps in a death grip as another mini-orgasm washed over her. “You’re going to kill me.”

“No.” He nuzzled her ear as he climbed the stairs. “I’m going to fuck you.”

Moisture seeped between her thighs, and on her sensitive clit. She wriggled in his arms, trying to shift the torturous clamp.

He ran up all the stairs with her in his arms.

“Show-off,” she murmured.

“No,” he laughed, breathing raggedly. “Desperate. I can’t get there quick enough.”

He punched the security code and thumped the door open with his fist.

Finally, blessedly, he laid her on his bed, right in the center. Unzipped her dress and tugged it from her body. Then he played with her bra, pulling the lacy cups down just enough for her plump, aching peaks to pop up over the top.

Looking like a man unable to resist temptation a second longer, he leaned forward and kissed each taut nipple. She moaned under the caresses. His mouth was so hot, his kiss so deliciously teasing.

But then he stood back and gazed at her. And it was the expression in his eyes that almost sent her over.

She couldn’t move. Was too scared to spread her legs for fear it would pull on the clamp. And yet she was desperate to.

“I’ve never seen anything so sexy in all my life,” he said hoarsely.

He whipped his shirt over his head and stripped out of his jeans, socks, and boxers in record time. Her eyes watered she was in such need. He was the ultimate in physical perfection. And tonight he was hers. She wanted him to be hers for…

She whimpered, unable to hold back her yearning.

“Shhh.” He bent and kissed her. “Only a minute more.”

“I need you,” she whispered, broken and honest.

“I know.” He snapped on the condom.

But he didn’t know—not really. Because she wasn’t talking just sexually.

He’d turned and gotten something else from the cabinet drawer on the far side of the room.

Abbi blinked as she recognized it. He had the hot-pink vibrator? “You really helped yourself, didn’t you?” she accused him.

“You had them for a reason.” He smiled as he called her on it.

“Nadia insisted.”

He shook his head and stepped toward the bed. “You were interested or you’d never have brought them home.”

That was true. He understood so much about her. Encouraged her to do things she’d always wanted but hadn’t had the guts to do on her own. Not without a push.

His hands on her ankles, he carefully spread her just enough for him to kneel between her legs.

“Joe—” She couldn’t take it anymore.

“Shhhh,” he murmured, and rubbed his hands firmly up and down her thighs, stoking that heat inside her more. “You ready?”

She was never going to be more ready.

He kissed her upper thighs, his fingers and tongue stroking and teasing in tandem. And then he did it—slid the tiny clamp off. She cried out as the blood began to flow again. It hurt, it burned. But then his mouth was there—his hot, wet mouth, and his tongue was stroking, soothing, swirling around, inflaming her further.

Her thighs trembled. Her hands clenched on his hair. Her body arched up, tight as a bowstring, about to snap as sensations seared though her. And just as she did that, he pumped the vibrator—filling her just enough while he sucked on her burning clit.

She screamed, loud and harsh and raw. Pleasure crashed in waves, hard and powerful, ricocheting through her body, catapulting her into the realm of mindless, speechless joy. She gasped, sucking in large pockets of air. She’d never had such an intense orgasm.

And now her eyes watered again. “Oh Joe. Joe, Joe, Joe…”

“I’m here.”

He eased inside her. Bigger than the vibrator, heavier, better. He levered himself up on his hands so he wasn’t pressing so hard on her, still controlling the way his pelvis rubbed against hers.

She gazed up at him, dazed by the ferocity of that climax. He was so built, so honed.

And hers.

She didn’t even know she was crying until he dropped to his elbows, gently brushing the hair at her temples with his fingers. “Abbi.”

He kissed her.

She was so glad he did. Because otherwise her stupid heart was going to mess everything up for her. She needed him to stop her from saying it. How much she wanted him. Loved this.

Loved him.

It was insane to even think of saying those three little words to the man who was only having sex with her as a favor. Teaching her some tricks. This was the lesson on how to play with some toys, and play with a man. Please both him and herself.

This wasn’t supposed to mean anything, and didn’t for Joe. This was his usual easy deal. And she hardly knew him anyway, right? He’d been back in her life less than a week. All that crazy, intense feeling she had for him was infatuation. It had to be. She thought he was the best thing since sliced bread just because he knew how to give her the best orgasms ever…

But her heart puckered. Because it wasn’t just that. It was Joe himself—funny, warm, loyal, caring Joe. And she needed to build herself some better defenses quick.

This is just another lesson. Nothing but another lesson.

Abbi Hayes was supposed to have been one of the most brilliant students of her year. Now she knew she was the biggest dunce.

She’d fallen in love with her tutor.

Chapter Sixteen

“Restore your femininity—take a long bath, wear lace underwear, apply lipstick with a brush…”

Joe reluctantly pulled out of the warm haven that was Abbi.

“You were right.” She sighed and rolled to her side, her eyes closed. “I wasn’t ready for lesson number four back at the beginning.”

Joe turned away, tilting his shoulders to hide his expression. Lesson number four? Hell, he’d forgotten all about the damn number of times she’d said they’d work on her stupid sex coaching. He’d forgotten this was the fourth. He’d forgotten it was any kind of coaching at all—that everything that had transpired had been all about her. It wasn’t practice for him any longer. It was real—the pleasure he got from being with her.

Did she really think they were going to have only a couple more nights together?

Maybe that

’s all she wanted. Of course it would be. He was her stud. Her practice pony. She’d move on from this all sexually confident and ready to meet the man of her dreams. Some guy way better than him.

Joe sucked in some air, but his lungs hurt like he’d inhaled chipped glass.

Stupid. Because this was only a few screws for him too. He didn’t want anything more, didn’t have time for anything more. Truthfully he didn’t have time for this as it was. He should be completely focused on opening the second gym and expanding his fitness chain, not dreaming up different ways to screw Abbi.

“Yeah, well.” He threw back the coverlet and gave her a playful slap on her ass. “Wait ’til you see what’s on the table for number five.”

He had no fucking idea what number five was going to be. Or even if there was going to be a number five. He was just getting the hell out of here now while he could still fake a smile. “You get some sleep. I’ve just gotta catch up on a couple of things on my computer.”

“Now?”

Hell yes.

…

It was three days before Joe allowed himself to go back to her. He enforced his usual distance and space to help restore perspective. They were three long, interminable days in which he covered classes, interviewed prospective instructors, ran the financial analysis, decided on a new payroll system, met with the builders who were going to do the refit, and managed another photo shoot for his next feature in the magazine.

Even so, he spent the bulk of his time fantasizing about ways in which he could make her come. And ways in which he could make her talk. Often the two plans overlapped, which was pleasing, though perhaps not practical.

He spoke with her on the phone a couple of times—kept it brief even though he ached to hear more of her laughter. But she was busy, he was busy. This was a mere sideline in their lives.

She was still shy of talking much about anything personal. Jokes were fine. Discussion of news events. All good. But anything about Abbi herself? Blocked.

Joe was frustrated. And mad at himself for being so.

This shouldn’t matter. Couldn’t matter.

In the end he handed a class to one of his other instructors and jogged to Abbi’s place early Tuesday evening. He’d surprise her again. As he rapped his knuckles on her door, he sure as hell hoped she was home.