No, you can’t fucking go there.
Temperance rolled her eyes, the warm pink of a blushing coloring her cheeks.“You’re amazing, Lizzie.I don’t think I need to tell you that.”
“No, butdamn, do I love to hear it.”She kissed the tip of Temperance’s nose, smirking as she sashayed around us, proudly walking like she was some kind of peacock.
Lizzie’s hips swished, and I was drawn to looking at her like my fucking life—or at least that of my cock—depended on it.My flesh was laced with lava, and I pulled my tight further away from my neck, feeling Temperance watching Lizzie as well, like a laser focused close to my skin.
Before I could think better of it, I stood up from my position on the couch, stepping in front of Lizzie to block her path.I couldn’t tell which was strong in my blood fury or arousal.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
It was an animal growl, and Lizzie stopped short before the shock on her face gave way to amusement.
Fuckingamusement.
“Why’s it matter?Something stuck up that cute ass of yours?Because we just cracked a fucking murder mystery, and you should be in a way better mood.”
“Lizzie!”Temperance called from something beyond the bubble that existed between her stepsister and me.“Seriously?Are youtryingto get us expelled?”
Suddenly, Temperance was there, and if the dim, burnt yellow glow of the lamp, the hair that fluttered around her face was as striking as a Degas.The backdrop of deep brown shelves and decades-old wallpaper sat behind the two of them, framing these exquisite women like a Renaissance painting.They were too damn beautiful.I didn’t know what to fucking do with myself, and I needed out of this room.Out of this tight space, where I wasn’t sure what I was about to do.
I rushed to the door, about to fling it open, when Lizzie interposed herself between me and the exit.She looked up at me, so much tinier than I was, and I could see the heavy up and down of her breath, sense the intensity burning through the air between us.
“No.I…” She flicked her eyes down, this miniature moment of insecurity.“I…I don’t want you to go.Either of you.”
Casting a brief look over my shoulder, Lizzie smiled ever so slightly.“You’re damn good at keeping your cool, Professor.But not now.Not after the scotch has loosened you up a bit, and now there’s no denying the waves coming off you.So, put your money where your mouth is.”
Clenching my jaw hard enough to make the joint crack, I focused on the floor.“This isn’t right, Elizabeth.I’m your professor.Temperance is your—”
“I’m well fucking aware of the labels,teach.The thing is,” Lizzie blinked, looking up at me from under her lashes as she leaned back against the door, making the fabric of her blouse stretch across her breasts, “I don’t fucking care.”
Gods help me, every logical thought evaporated in that moment, leaving only the raw attraction I felt toward these admittedly impressive women.
And then my lips crashed down on Lizzie’s.
Eleven-When A Line Is Crossed, There’s No Going Back
Temps
ProfessorHarkertwaskissingLizzie.I was standing across the room, my entire body feeling like it was going to burst into flames, and Professor Harkert waskissingLizzie.
Holy shit, is this really happening?
I fought the urge to pinch myself, watching my stepsister and professor losing themselves to the feeling of roaming their hands over each other.I should have been horrified, turning tail and running out of this room faster than a blink.
But I wasn’t.
Because I wanted to watch, no, I wanted to join.I’d been harboring these feelings for Lizzie since the moment I saw her, and she’d said that she wantedbothof us to stay.Lizzie had said that she didn’t care, and some part of me knew that had always been true.She flirted, and yes, she flirted with everyone, but there was no denying that how she operated with me and Harkert—Caleb—was different.
“You just couldn’t help yourself, could you?”Caleb’s voice was a low growl as he leaned back, his hand wrapped around the back of Lizzie’s neck.“You had to go and be a little brat.”
My eyes flared wide, but Lizzie just smirked, biting that damn lip of hers as she held eyes with our professor.She lifted her leg around Caleb’s hip, that modified skirt of hers riding up.My pussy clamped around nothing, wet and aching for both of them.
There’s no way you’re denying you’re bi now, Temps.
“Yes,” Lizzie snarked.“I did.And something tells meyou’rea brat tamer.”
Even from here, I could see how Caleb reeled back.He stumbled backward slightly, Lizzie following as she locked the door to his office.I was still frozen, unable to say anything as Caleb turned around, running a shaking hand through his hair.
