Page 85 of Learn Your Lesson

One moment he’s Mr. Dad, all professional and hands to himself.

And then the second we’re alone, he’s touching me like I’m his, like I always have been, like those massive, calloused hands don’t belong anywhere else.

“What do you want to learn?” he mused, skating the back of his knuckles along my neck before tracing them across my collarbone.

Goosebumps raised in his wake, and the rest of my body reacted to that touch and his words like he was a music conductor, and I was the waiting orchestra. My eyelids fluttered, breath catching in my throat, nipples hardening to a point beneath my sweater.

“Everything,” I breathed.

His eyes lit up with humor and hunger in equal measure, and I didn’t know which sensation pulled more of my attention — the strong, warm hand covering my backside with a gentle squeeze, pulling me flush against him, or the thumb of the opposite hand running a slow, gentle line along my bottom lip.

“Starting where?”

My brain tried to fire, to send the signal for syllables, consonants, and verbs that would form words and allow me to speak. But when Will slid both hands up to frame my neck, his fingertips sliding back into my hair and curling there until he tilted my head up toward his, it was all I could do to remain standing.

It felt so fucking good to be touched by this man. To have him grip me and move me andlookat me the way he was now.

“I… well, I guess…”

“Come on, Chloe,” he encouraged, thumbs gliding along my jaw. “Open those pretty eyes and tell me what you want.”

I felt drugged as I did what he said, my lids heavy, pulse beating against his palms.

“I want your mouth on me again,” I whispered, my eyes falling to that magical mouth as my neck burned with the admission. When I dragged my eyes back to his, I swallowed. “And I want you to teach me how to do the same to you.”

His nostrils flared, grip tightening where his hands curled in my hair.

“You said you liked it,” he commented. “Last time, when I told you what to do.” He kept one hand in my hair and slid the other to the front of my throat, forming a collar but resting it gently, without any pressure. “When I called you filthy and praised you for every dirty thing you did.”

I shuddered out my next breath, light-headed and leaning into his touch. “Yes.”

“You have to tell me if you change your mind,” he said. “If I go too far, if I do anything you don’t like. Understand?”

I nodded, anticipation buzzing through me like a live wire.

“Verbally, please.”

“Yes,” I said instantly, swallowing and feeling his hand tighten as I did.

“That’s a good girl.”

The words washed over me in an exotic, pleasure-soaked wave.

I pressed up onto my toes, mouth on track for his. I wanted him. I wanted him so fucking badly I couldn’t think straight.

I forgot about the no kissing rule until our lips were centimeters apart and he squeezed my throat hard, pushing me back until I was pinned against the door.

His breath was hot on my lips, his eyes flicking between mine beneath furrowed brows before that gaze dipped to my mouth. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he was tempted to kiss me, too.

But he pushed himself away, putting distance between us, his hand still clamped around my neck.

“Sorry,” I murmured, skin heating with how horrified I was at my slip.

“You can show me just how sorry you are when I let you suck my cock.”

Fuck.

“Get undressed,” he demanded, stepping back and taking all his heat with him. “Then go to the kitchen. I’ll be there in five minutes, and I want you on your knees waiting for me. Tie your hair up and sit on your hands.”