Page 114 of Give In
Eden froze midstride, her eyes wide—a graceful doe caught in the headlights. “I’m sorry.”
I didn’t speak as I kicked off my shoes.
“I shouldn’t have said that stuff earlier,” she continued.
I shuffled through the mail I’d already sorted, pretending to read pieces.
“That was immature of me.”
Tossing the mail on the table, I set my stuff down.
“I meant that I’d see Brooks because we were in the same class and friends,” she explained.
I turned away from her.
She added, “It was childish of me to play games.”
Clenching my jaw, I worked to calm the jealousy that hit my gut.
“Oh for fuck’s sake,” Eden snapped. “I’m sorry, okay? Just punish me already.”
I turned in time to see her shock and regret.
And want.
It was the want that fueled me.
Her droplets of darkness calling out to my ocean.
I tilted my head. “You want me to punish you?”
She flipped her hand out. “You’re gonna do it anyway. I might as well deal with it.”
Her words were mostly a lie. I was going to do it anyway, but she wouldn’t deal with it.
She wanted it.
No, sheneededit.
But there was something else in her expression and body language I needed to ask her about.
Later.
“Upstairs, Eden. Naked and bent over the front of the bed, arms stretched in front of you. I want to see your pussy as soon as I walk in the door. Understand?”
“Yes, Professor Caine.”
“Go.”
I barely finished the single syllable when she took off up the stairs, her bare feet thumping softly on the hardwood.
She’s barefoot.
Glancing down, I saw her boots pressed against the wall, lined up with my shoes. I took a few steps into the living room.
Her backpack was on my couch. There was a small stack of notebooks and folders on the coffee table, and her laptop was opened to a Word doc. A glass of water was on a folded paper she’d used as a makeshift coaster.
Mentally planning, I turned and took the stairs two at a time. I slowed my steps as I entered my room.
