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Kiernan

He idles at the curb a little way away from my house.

I feel weird. Shifty. I want to touch him, but I don’t. I want to kiss him, but I don’t. Instead I just sit there, staring at my hands, wishing I didn’t have to leave.

“Look at me,” he says softly.

I raise my eyes and stare up at him. His expression is soft as he unbuckles his seatbelt and leans across the console, pressing his lips gently to mine. I sigh, and he inhales, his tongue slipping into my mouth, his fingers drifting back to my throat.

He seems to catch himself and pulls away, breathless. Then he nods at the door.

“Go.”

I unbuckle my belt and get out, hesitating for a moment before I reach for the hem of his hoodie to pull it off. He shakes his head.

“Keep it. I’ll call you tomorrow. Now go .”

I smirk. “Yes, daddy.” And then I slam the door shut behind me.

I flop onto my bed and stare at the ceiling, thighs aching from climbing the stairs, and clap my hands over my mouth to keep from squealing with nerves, excitement, delight . . . My phone vibrates and I pick it up, frowning at the unknown number.

You’re lucky I like hearing you say that or you’d be due for a spanking

I grin and text him back.

You’re lucky I like your spankings or you’d regret saying that

Fuck you, Kiernan

You know you love me xo

As soon as I hit send I freeze, mortified beyond words that I just text him that. Oh my God, oh my GOD, he’s never going to fucking talk to me again. OH MY GOD. I feel like I’m going to be sick. I have never been so embarrassed in my entire life. But then my phone buzzes again.

Careful what you wish for

I shudder, my entire body wracked with pleasure, my aching pussy clenching, already greedy as fuck for more. I smile to myself as I save him in my phone as Professor J. I spend the rest of the evening studying and fall asleep late that night with my hand between my legs and his name on my lips.