Voyeur

“Oaklyn, what are you doing?” Callum asked with wide eyes. He’d been looking at papers and didn’t notice my presence until the click of the door. “I think people will be concerned to know a student went into a teacher’s office and locked the door.”

“No one saw me come in, and it’s not so uncommon to lock your door during lunch.”

Biting my lip, I fought to contain my smile and still take deep enough breaths to keep my heart rate under control. It beat so hard, I was sure he could see it from his seat. He slid his glasses off and cocked his head to the side as he watched me approach. I held his stare until I’d rounded his desk and worked my way between him and the desk, leaning back against the hard wood, then I let my eyes drop to his lips.

The silence screamed across my skin, bringing it to life. Nerves sparked through my body, and I almost began to talk myself out of it, but I needed to try. For him. I wanted it for him.

He groaned when I slicked my tongue across my lips.

“Kiss me, Dr. Pierce,” I said on a whisper.

He stood and framed my face in his hands. Every touch was gentle and soft, so I was surprised when his lips touched mine how rough he was, how desperate his kiss tasted. His tongue pushed past my lips and I met him half way, eager to have every part of his desire. When we needed to catch our breaths, we barely separated sharing the air between us.

“I missed you when I woke up and you were gone,” I admitted, hating the insecurity that tinged my words.

“I’m sorry,” he answered, avoiding eye contact by shifting his head to the side, as though he was hiding.

His reaction worried me. Had something more than his meeting pulled him away? “What happened?” He shifted a step back, but I held on to his arms, keeping him close. “Talk to me. Please.”

“I . . .” He paused, the muscles in his jaw ticking, and I smoothed my hand up and down his arm, giving him time to process his words. “I overreacted when I woke up.”

“Callum.” I hated that something bad had happened, and I hadn’t woken up with him. Guilt hit me at asking him to stay and causing whatever pulled him from my bed that morning.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t want to drag you into it.”

I hated how ashamed he sounded. Hated everything about the situation.

“Cal,” I said, my tone hard to pull his attention to me. “Don’t apologize. I want to be here for you.”

Those were apparently the words he needed to hear because his light blue eyes darkened with desire and he attacked my mouth, kissing me harder than before. His hands gripping my hips to put me on the edge of the desk where he could step between my legs. Dragging his palms up my sides under my sweater, he cupped my breasts, massaging them, flicking his thumbs across my sensitive nipples. I groaned at the sensation and he pulled back to drag open-mouthed kisses down my neck and across my collarbone. I became lost in him, letting my hands travel up his thick arms encased in the soft material of his dress shirt, loving the way they flexed as his hands moved over me. One hand slowly worked its way up his neck and into his hair, giving him plenty of time to pull back or stop me. His movements paused for only a split second before he continued his assault on my body.

But I needed to remind myself of what I came there to do. I needed to try to put all my research to work.

“Callum. Callum,” I said to get his attention. He only grunted against my neck until I tugged his hair, and he finally pulled back to look at me. “Do you trust me?”

His hazy eyes became focused as he considered my question. I held my breath, hoping he’d say yes, but preparing myself to bounce back if he said no.

“More than anyone else.”

His words formed a ball in my throat, and I had to swallow hard to work past it. I had to focus and not melt in his arms in a ball of mush. I hopped down off the desk and pushed him back until he sat. “I’ve been doing some research.” His brows furrowed in confusion. “For purely selfish reasons,” I said with a small smile.

Leaning back against the desk, I made it a point to keep my hands resting behind me. I watched his hands flex against the arm rests and I took a deep breath, beginning.

“If at any point you want to stop, talk, or do nothing, just say so. You are one-hundred percent in control. Okay?” He hesitated, scanning my face trying to figure out what my next move was—what my final goal was, but eventually nodded his head. “Unfasten your pants and pull yourself out.”