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  “You keep misbehaving and I’m going…” I landed a hard slap against her ass and then I squeezed it, her sentence coming to a halt immediately.

  “Did you just spank me?” She blinked, that sweet blush I loved so much forming on her cheeks.

  “Yes I sure did, and I’m going to do so much more than that later on. Remember that, as you’re stuffing your face with ham and slamming back glass upon glass of Moscato.”

  Her face brightened warming the cold block in my chest. “I’m going to have you hard all night long. I. Promise.” She threatened, and before I could even get a word out she was scurrying up the sidewalk of her parents house while I was left next to the car trying to catch my breath because the woman was right. My cock was already hard, and getting through this dinner without taking her up to her childhood bedroom and fucking her against her Barbie Dream House was going to be next to near impossible.

  “Fuck!” I muttered under my breath catching up to her, praying that my boner would slowly descend into my slacks. Ava smirked like a sly fucker next to me, as she wrung the doorbell a member of her family getting the door not even a second after we pressed the ringer.

  “Behave.” Ava muttered, smiling, and greeting her family with open arms. Everyone was normal, surprisingly. The house was simple, clean, and had a lived in feel that most homes lacked.

  “Mom, Dad, Family this is Andrew. Andrew this is everyone.” She introduced us without skipping a beat. Oh how I loved her courage, and desire to make me fit in. Yet all of this was a stark reminder to me that if Ava hadn’t followed through with sleeping with me she would be forced to move back in here.

  “Welcome Andrew. I’m so glad that Ava finally decided to bring someone home.” Her father tilted his beer back, a look on his face that said fuck with her and you die. I forced a tight smile, and a jerk of my chin, letting her father know that I got the memo.

  “Thank you for having me. It’s an honor to accompany your daughter here.” I gave them my best charm, and smile. Merely a week ago I was still under the assumption that Ava was a stuck up brat who expected me to pass her simply for batting and eyelash at me, even though I told her continuously that she needed extra credit to pass my class. Yet she refused to listen.

  Now I was seeing her for the person she was underneath the image she tried to portray to everyone else.

  “Were very pleased to have you here.” Her mother walked up to me wrapping me up in her arms. Her hug was warm, and inviting and it reminded me of home, of my parents.

  When she finally released me I realized everyone had moved into the kitchen where the food and all the fun festivities were taking place. My eyes found Ava’s across the room, and the stare off of began. Her teeth sinking into her bottom lip making my cock harder than steel.

  Oh I was going to make her pay. She was going to be begging for hours for her release I could guarantee that much. Forcing myself to think about anything but Ava’s pussy, and tits I followed her into the kitchen the sweet aroma of food, entering into my nostrils.

  Looking at Ava’s mom I knew where she got her gorgeous looks. Between the two of them they could’ve been twins. I understood now having met Ava’s family why there was such an importance to her grades.

  Her family was picture perfect, and if she failed out of college that perfect image would be shattered all at her hand.

  I sighed, leaning against the counter in the large kitchen. Ava sauntered up to me a second later, her fingers weaving into mine as she stood on her tiptoes whispering in my ear.

  “Is Professor Caldwell behaving himself?” There was a hint of naughtiness to her words.

  “Me?” I whispered back. “I think there is a very dirty, little girl here who needs her ass spanked until she comes for teasing me like this…” I slipped a hand under the hem of her dress, my finger gliding up and down the crease of her ass crack. Her chest rose with a sharp intake of breath.

  “Andrew!” A hard slap landed against my chest, and I smiled like a motherfucker because I totally wouldn’t be against fucking daddy’s little girl in the guest bathroom down the hall.

  “You’re going to beg later.” I whispered, pulling my hand out from underneath her dress before anyone could notice not that any one would. They were all far to busy playing board games on the island and eating a variety of food. Ava gave me a teasing smile, before skipping away to socialize.

  I took it upon myself then to grab a plate while I could and shoveled on a little bit of everything that looked good. Walking over to a the large expansive dinner table in the dining room I sat down and started to devour the ham, deviled eggs, and creamed corn casserole.

  I was overtaken with joy, that is until my cell phone vibrated in my pocket and I took it out, wondering just who it was that would be texting me while on break from school.

  I scowled. The number that flashed across the screen wasn’t one that I knew or had as a contact in my phone. I read the message as it came across the screen; my heart beating out of my chest as everything precious in my life came crashing down on me.

  Unknown: Sleeping with your students is frowned upon Mr. Caldwell. Wouldn’t you say?

  I clenched my fist so hard all the blood seemed to drain away from the appendage. How the fuck did this person get my number, and better yet who were they? My eyes sought out Ava’s in the crowd. She knew something was wrong before she even took a step in my direction.

  Fuck! I couldn’t let Ava take the downfall for this. I would put in my resignation before I let them take her scholarship, and degree away. I would protect her at all costs, even if I was protecting her from me.

  “What’s going on?” Ava questioned right away, just as I knew she would. I forced my jaw to go slack he tension in it was enough to snap bone.

  “I don’t want to talk about it right now. We can talk when were done with dinner, okay babe?” I tired to soothe her. I really should’ve tried to hide the rage I was feeling but in all honesty I was fucking angry with myself for falling for her while knowing that morally it was wrong.

  She looked as if she wanted to put up a fight, her blue eyes shining brightly down on me. There was a flicker of anger in those beautiful orbs and for a second I wondered if she would follow through with arguing with me. When she started to walk away, relief flooded my senses.

  I squeezed my phone in my hand, sliding the message open to reply.

  Me: Whatever you think you know, you’re wrong. You know nothing.

  I hit the send button, not even once asking whom it could be. I wasn’t stupid enough to ask because even I knew they wouldn’t give me a straight answer. I would have to contact someone to run the information for me but I would figure out who it was and when I did I would make them pay for fucking with what is mine.

  I might have made a bad decision sleeping with one of my students but I would never say I regretted it. Not when I was falling in love with the woman.

  Unknown: I know you slept with Ava. What I don’t know is when you plan on telling the association about it? Or maybe the school board?

  I clenched my jaw, the angry I was feeling had no outlet at the moment and the fact that I could feel the smugness in their words didn’t make it any easier.

  I should be enjoying my time here with Ava’s family and instead I’m enraged because someone is trying to blackmail me. Placing the phone on the table for a second I looked up. I spotted Ava’s mother staring at me.

  “Is everything okay Andrew?” She questioned a worried glint in her eyes. Great now she’s going to think I’m going to hurt Ava or something.

  “Oh yes. Everything is perfect. Just some personal issues going on that’s all.” I smiled trying to make myself less menacing.

  “Good. Good. I’m glad to hear everything is going well with you, and whatever problem you do have going on I hope they get worked out.”

  “Thank you.” I smiled again unsure of how to make myself seem less scary.

  “I wanted to ask you something though…” She to
ok the open seat next to me, and then adjusted herself so she was angled towards me.

  “Go ahead, asking anything you need too.” I encouraged.

  “Ava’s never brought a boy, or man home. Not even once. You’re the first to ever step into this house as a boyfriend.” My mouth popped open and refused to close. That couldn’t be true. Ava had to have had a boyfriend or two in high school.

  “That’s unbelievable, begin how beautiful your daughter is.” I complemented. Her eyes softened, and she leaned into my face before speaking.

  “Do you love her sweetie?” The question hit me straight in the gut. I had barely admitted to myself that I was falling for her and now her mother was asking me if I loved her. What was I supposed to say?

  “Honestly…” I scratched at the back of my head for a moment. “I do love her. I’m just not ready to admit those feelings to her yet. It seems to soon.” I admitted wondering if that was the wrong thing to be saying to the woman’s mother that I wanted to be with.

  “Good. I was just wondering. There is no rush sweetie. Not in this household. We go at our own pace. I just knew you had to be special for her to bring you around.” She patted me on the back one last time before getting out of her chair and scurrying back out into the crowd to socialize. I should’ve been out there, talking, playing games, and enjoying all the fun things taking place but I couldn’t stop the emotions I was feeling. I had just admitted that I loved Ava, all while telling some asshole that I never slept with her.

  I tipped my head back and stared up at the ceiling. I needed to tell Ava what was going on and I would as soon as I figured out who it was that was sending me these text messages.

  Ava’s beautiful face formed in my mind and I knew then I would have to protect her from anything that tried to stand in the way of us.

  I loved her. I fucking loved her.

  Chapter Seven

  Ava

  The first rule of teasing is always expect the worst, but pray for the best. My ass cheeks were blistered after the night of fun I had with Andrew, and my body tingled all over the place. Still every time our lips touched or his eyes met mine I felt that disconnection occurring between us and I just didn’t understand why.

  I had yet to tell Carrie about sleeping with Andrew simply because I wasn’t sure how she would take it and I didn’t want to chance losing my scholarship or even worse Mr. Caldwell losing his job.

  Yet when I texted her asking her to come over to my dorm so that we could have a girls night and catch up on some gossip, I did so with the intention of telling her, simply because she was my best friend. Isn’t that what best friends did? Told one another their deepest darkest secrets?

  I felt a distinct disconnection between us, and I knew it had everything to do to with this pesky little secret I was keeping.

  “Open up and nobody gets hurt.” Carrie’s sing song voice filtered through the thin wooden door. I jumped from my twin bed eager to finally get everything off my chest. Flinging the door open I noticed that she had brought a bunch of goodies with her and my smile seemed to grow.

  “You going to just stand there or are you going to let me in?” She pursed, and I quickly grabbed for the grocery bag closest to me. Once both of us got inside my small room, we shut the door, and laid all the bags out on the floor.

  “I’ve missed you so damn much. I know things were strange at Starbucks last time we met but that’s only because I have to tell you…” She held her hand up as if to tell me to stop.

  “I’ve been your friend for three years Ava. I don’t need an explanation for your behavior… As long as you’re okay, then I’m fine.” She spoke with confidence as if she didn’t care, but the sadness that she felt deep inside showed through in her eyes. I couldn’t lie to her, even if she expected me too.

  “I wanted to tell you that Professor Caldwell is giving me the A.” My cheeks burned, as I wrung my hands together knowing that I was about to tell her the biggest secret ever.

  “O.M.G Ava. That’s so great!” She gushed clearly as happy as I was about the passing grade.

  “There’s more though…” I skirted around how to tell her. Should I just say I slept with him, or that we were now an item? Then again were we really? Last I spoke to him things were short and straight to the point.

  “Oh fuck, tell me more.” She begged eager to know the rest.

  “Well we struck a deal, more like I gave into my female hormones and let him fuck me.” I exhaled a breath with the rest of the words, a sudden peace settling into my bones.

  Finally someone else knew.

  Carrie’s facial expressions were wild, going from shocked to excited and then back to shock. I wasn’t sure if she wanted to high five me, or slap me across the face for making such a bad choice.

  I forced a smile trying to ease into this conversation slowly, knowing it could only go one of two ways.

  “You let him fuck you. You let uptight asshole stick his cock inside you?” Her eyes were as big as saucers.

  I gulped, “I mean now that you put it in such a vulgar way yes. At first it was for a grade, because I was desperate to pass Carrie. But now things have changed. I thought it would happen once and we would be done, but then it happened again, and again, and he met my family yesterday and I’m pretty sure he is the one Carrie.” My belly was in a nervous knot, and my hands started to sweat. Maybe I had told her too much too soon?

  She lifted a hand to her head as if this was all too much for her right now. “You love him? Is that what you’re saying?” There was an angry bite to her words.

  I nodded my head up and down, “I never meant to fall for him Carrie. I just started to get to know him more and I know he’s our professor, and I’m his student and it’s against the rules but…”

  “You fucked him, and now you’re in love with him Ava.” A crazy cat lady laugh erupted from her throat. “I’m going to have to admit that I’m a little bit jealous that he gave you the D more than once.” A smile appeared on her face a second later and I knew then I had been sweating it for no reason. Carrie didn’t care, just as I knew she wouldn’t. All that mattered was that I was happy.

  “Tell me everything. I want to know if he’s going in bed? Did he make you call him Master?” She wiggled her eyebrows at me causing a bubble of laughter to escape. I rolled my eyes, popping a chip into my mouth.

  “No he didn’t. He’s dirty though, and knows just how to work my body over. I’ve never felt so secure with a man in my entire life. When he’s around it’s like everything fades away and all that matters is him and I.” I couldn’t believe I was spilling my guts out to my best friend about my professor a man I shouldn’t even be lusting after let alone falling in love with.

  Carrie tipped her head at me her blonde locks spewing over her shoulder. “I cannot believe you, you dirty little tramp.” Her amusement to all of this cooled my veins even more, making it much easier to relax. She didn’t seem to care, not even a smidge of what I thought she would.

  “I’m addicted girl. I crave his touch, his kisses, his cock.” I blushed again, the word not really something I said every single day.

  “Oh yeah, you’re fucked. What are you going to do? I mean if anyone else finds out he’s going to lose his job and probably his teaching license. I mean is it worth it? I’m not trying to change your mind or anything you know that Ava. I just what you to know that if anyone else discovers you guys messing around that shit is going to go down hill fast.”

  I didn’t like looking at what could happen to Andrew if anyone else found out about us because that was like looking down the barrel of a shotgun. It was inevitable the amount of pain, and chaos it would cause. Therefore it was easier to ignore it until that day came. That is until Carrie brought it up just now.

  “I know. We know. I’ve tried telling myself it’s wrong but when two people want each other as badly as we do while there’s no changing things. I was attracted to him long before I made a move and from what he told me he’d been lustin
g after me since the start of the school year.” I admitted without thought.

  Carrie grabbed one of my hands in hers and I gazed down at them. She was the only one I could trust with this secret.

  “I don’t want to change you mind girl. I just want you to be happy, even if it is with one of the hottest professor’s I’ve ever met.” There was a tinge of jealousy in her words as she spoke.

  “We will work something out. I just wanted to tell you because it was eating away at me from the inside out.” I released her hand, and wrapped my arms around her engulfing her small frame in a hug. I was so fucking blessed to have such an amazing friend. Now all I needed to do was get things with Andrew squared away and everything would be peachy.

  “So this, all of it is why you’ve been distant and why you acted like someone threw a grenade at you when we were at Starbucks together?” I nodded my head yes in defeat feeling like a joke for not coming clean sooner.

  She made grabby hands for the Sour Patch candy bag, opening it and popping a few in. I took the moment to respond.

  “I’m sorry. I should’ve told you sooner but I didn’t want to tell anyone unless I thought something was going to come from it. We didn’t expect to even like each other but then we fucked, and we did it again and now… Now I can’t stand not seeing him.” I knew I had already said that once but I wanted to make it known the way he made me feel.

  “No. No more sorry. No more Professor Caldwell. Tonight is going to be about us from here on out. I don’t want to hear another peep about it okay. You did nothing wrong…” She winked. “Except not share him. I mean I’m kidding.” She joked, while kind-of.

  “Good. Then let’s put this DVD in and chill out for the rest of the night. It seems like forever since we had a girls night.” I admitted trying to think back to the last time we had done this.

  I got up from the floor, taking the DVD with me and putting it into the player. As I did so I glanced over my shoulder taking notice of the intent look on Carrie’s face as she looked at her phone. Had she met someone too? She never looked at her phone like she was right now.