Page 2 of Such a Bad Girl (Hot Creeps #5)

HENRY

‘Henry,’ Jake demanded, snapping my attention back to the staff room.

‘Sorry, head's in the clouds today.’

‘I bet. You’ve been reading the same page for twenty minutes. Your coffee's gone cold.' Jake stood at the sink, washing out his mug and shaking his head. 'Where are you disappearing to?’

My ass had gone numb, so I shifted in my seat and cleared my throat. While the staff room could be pretty bleak at times, I could at least usually stay present.

But not today.

Not after her.

'Nothing, just getting used to being back full-time after the summer. You know how it is.'

Liar.

Your head's full of the blonde student's thighs. Forbidden. Silken. Delicious.

It was amazing I’d even made it through the lecture. Honestly, someone should’ve given me a medal.

Fuck.

I sat forward, put down my book, and slid my glasses off to rub my eyes.

Guilt snagged. Just the tiniest amount, like a chihuahua nipping at an elephant.

The girl was forbidden. Professors didn't date students. Sure, she was of age. I knew. I’d looked her up the minute she walked that pretty ass out of my classroom.

Her ID image didn't do her justice. In it, she looked like any other student who took my class.

In person? Hell, I was a goner the moment she walked in. When she looked at me, it was like she branded my fucking soul with those dark eyes. The hair on my arms had lifted like I was some kind of predator, the urge to take her overwhelming me.

'Lost you again.’ Jake laughed, throwing the dish towel at me. 'See you tomorrow, buddy. If you wake up enough to make it home.'

'See you tomorrow,' I mumbled, grabbing the damp towel from my lap and dragging it through my fingers, the rough texture somehow calming.

Obsessing over a student was career suicide .

But as long as it stayed in my head... It was fine. Right?

Pulling the folded paper from my pocket, I stared again at her information.

A fellow mid-westerner, her ID was from the next town over to the one I grew up in.

The one I got the hell out of. Escape was my driving force to go somewhere bigger.

Better. Thriving. I'd ditched the small town for the city, only to end up on a relatively small college campus.

For now. Give it a year or two to establish, and I'd head for one of the east coast colleges.

Not if you get fired.

I stared at the address on the printout. Rebecca wasn't staying in the dorms. She was in one of the private apartments at the far edge of the campus. All alone...

'Fucking hell,' I muttered to myself. 'Just leave it.'

I had to be at least six years older than her, not to mention in a position of authority.

A position... of authority... over her ...

A vision of her panting beneath me, those thick thighs wrapped around my waist, flashed through my head.

Her sweet lips parting as she whimpered, her voice counting each of my six piercings as I thrust them into her.

My hand wrapping her throat while I demanded she beg for the next metal ball.

She'd plead so prettily. I bet she'd beg to be filled with hot cum.

Stuff her before class and watch her as she leaks on her chair, surrounded by clueless classmates.

Great. Now I'm rocking a fucking hard-on in the teacher’s lounge.

Holding my book to conceal the bulge in my pants, I headed to the parking lot.

And found myself walking in the opposite direction. Toward her accommodation block. I didn't expect to see her there. Fuck knows how I'd explain it if I did. Neither my car, nor my office, was on that side of campus.

Students loitered around the green, despite the evening already dipping to black. New adults with their first taste of freedom. Drinking. Fucking. Making mistakes. God, how I missed those years.

No one paid me any heed as I reached the accommodation zone.

I lingered around the edges, following the tree line around to where the individual apartments were.

Squinting in the near-dark, I confirmed hers was number thirty-eight.

Skulking around like the pink-fucking-panther, I located it.

The rear window faced directly into the woods I was lurking in.

Perfect.

Now go home, I told myself. You've seen it.

But the first hit was rarely enough. I was next to the window before I could form a coherent thought.

Warm air wrapped around me, slipping out like an invitation.

Her bedroom. Rebecca's bedroom . I felt myself stir at the thought.

Did she opt for an apartment so she could bring back guys without judgment from a dorm-mate? Was my pretty little obsession a slut?

If not, she would be.

For me.

I'd worm myself into her panties.

Was it insane to so instantly fall for someone I didn't even know? Yes. Could I help the way thinking about her made my pulse race? No.

Nor did I want to.

Plus, it's only sex. What's the harm?

The bedroom was neat, all of her belongings already arranged as if she'd lived there for months. Rebecca had switched out the standard bed for a metal framed one, with a thick barred headboard and baseboard. Perfect for tying up a pretty girl.

Bras and panties hung like illicit bunting beside the bed on a drying rack.

Biting my lower lip, I glanced left and right.

No one was around. Could I reach them? Standing on my toes, I struggled, the window frame digging into my armpit.

Damn college windows and their safety latches.

It wouldn't open wider. A grunt escaped as I pressed my body flush to the wall, my face squashed against the brick.

Almost . Lace grazed my fingertips. Pain raked my shoulder as I forced myself a few millimetres closer, until, at last, I hooked my finger beneath the fabric.

Snatching it from her room, I grasped it to me like Gollum, as if it weren't just a pair of lacy underwear but a treasure.

Impulse shoved me nose-deep in them right there on the grass, dragging in a long, huffing inhale. Alas, the scent of citrusy fabric softener had replaced any sign of her.

Damn it.

I'd have to snort some fresh from the source, somehow.

Commotion kicked up from around the corner. Students stumbling home ready to crash out after a little too much freedom. The shadowed trees swallowed me as I backed away. I stroked the lace with my thumb as I walked back to my car, itching to deal with my aching fucking cock.

I was barely inside the vehicle before I had my dick in my hands; the panties wrapped around its solid length and I pictured her.

Pictured her on her knees.

Begging me to fuck her.

Begging me not to.

Spreading her pretty cunt for me .

I should’ve waited until I got home. But I couldn’t.

Rebecca Benson was poison. Her presence infected me like a parasitic insect, burrowing beneath my skin and erasing my inhibitions.

Erasing sense. With a groan, I fucked myself, imagining her panties scraping my dick with their laced edges as I bent her over my desk.

She'd be a bad girl for me.

I knew it.