Mistletoe Kisses

“I have one last question before we settle down and eat.”

“What is it?” she asks.

“Have you been fucked before?”

I can tell I’ve shocked her by the hastily drawn breath she takes. Darting a look back at me, wisely guarded, she says, “I don’t think that’s any of your business.”

“You’re right, it’s not. Tell me, anyway.”

Still looking back at me, her green eyes wide and scandalized, she seems to debate for a moment whether or not she’ll answer. Finally, after a long pause, she says, “No. I haven’t.”

I don’t know whether to be pleased or dissatisfied with her answer. On one hand, I’m gratified as hell that none of the unremarkable little assholes in her grade have had a go at her. On the other, knowing her sweet cunt is untouched makes it even more off-limits to me. Broadening her horizons a bit is one thing, but I can’t very well take her virginity and then send her on her merry way. If she’s held onto it for this long, it obviously means something to her.

Then again, I told myself before she came over tonight I wouldn’t lay a finger on her, and that good intention certainly didn’t pan out.

I suppose there’s no sense worrying about it tonight.

After all, if we stand here much longer, dinner will get cold.

“Good,” I say, my gaze locking with hers. “Keep it that way.”

Her eyes narrow. “Excuse me?”

“I believe I made myself clear.” I finally move away from her, grabbing one of the plates and a glass of wine and walking over to sit down. “I saw Percy Bennett wanting to spend time with you yesterday. For the duration of our private lessons, I don’t want you spending time with any other… suitors,” I say, after just long enough of a pause for her to feel my distaste.

“Other suitors,” she repeats, not even trying to hide her awe.

Ah, shit.

“That was a slip of the tongue. I didn’t mean to imply…” Rolling my eyes, I tell her, “You know what I mean.”

Her lips curve up, more self-satisfied than her typical smile. “Yeah, I know what you mean.”

I don’t appreciate the a

musement in her tone. She grabs her plate and the second wine glass, coming over to take a seat beside me.

“I only meant—”

“You’re jealous, it’s fine,” she says, at once dismissive and antagonizing.

“I am not jealous of an 18-year-old idiot,” I say carefully.

“Mm-hmm,” she says, nodding indulgently. “I totally believe you.”

I glare at her, and her pleasure only grows. Her grin turns into a giggle, and even though I want to be annoyed at her for ribbing me, I can’t resist the charm of that delightful sound.

Shaking my head at her, I retrieve my wine glass and take a sip before setting it back down. “You’re lucky I already promised not to touch you again tonight. I’m tempted to beat your smug little ass.”

“Mm, spanking. A couple reviews I read of our ‘textbook’ mentioned that; maybe it’ll happen in one of our next chapters. I bet you’ll enjoy that,” she teases.

“Not as much as you will,” I state, pointedly directing my gaze at her pussy. Smug little shit. She should keep in mind I could reach over and feel the evidence of her arousal right now, if I wanted to. I could wipe the smile right off her pretty face and replace it with lust as I pressed a finger into her wet heat, teasing her and torturing her until pleasure erupted inside her and she came apart in my arms.

I adjust in my seat, my heavy cock wanting attention it won’t be getting until she leaves.

Smiling cheekily as she grabs a fork and starts to dig into her food, she says, “Whatever, you can’t rain on my parade now.”

“Do you really want to dare me like that, Noelle?” I ask, as I grab my own fork.