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TEACH ME

ALEXA RILEY

CONTENTS Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Epilogue Coach Chapter 1 Read Me Romance Stalk the Author

TEACH ME

BY ALEXA RILEY

Heidi Miller is desperate. That’s the one thing that keeps drumming in her mind as she walks into the strip club looking for a job. As a cocktail waitress, she’s only supposed to serve drinks, but when a hot stranger flashes a stack of cash, how can she turn it down?

Reese Davis has never been to a strip club, and it’s his cousin’s fault he’s here tonight. All he wants to do is sit in a corner until it’s over, but the hot little waitress dressed as a school girl is enough to send him over the edge.

Warning: Does he end up being her professor on her first day of college? What do you think? Pull out the knee socks, because class is in session.

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CHAPTER ONE HEIDI

“Are you sure you put the right address in?” the driver asks as the car rolls to a stop in front of Heaven's Door. The parking lot is almost empty, but the building doesn't open for another few hours. By then the parking lot will be overflowing with cars. Especially on a Saturday night.

“Yes,” I respond but make no move to get out of the car.

How am I ever going to pull this o ? I remind myself that I’m out of options and there’s no one else that’s going to take care of me. It’s scary to feel so alone in the world.

“You know this isn't a church, right, darling? It’s a strip club.” If my stomach wasn’t in knots I’d laugh.

I suppose the dress is a bit churchy, but it’s all I have. It’s a bit snug because it’s a few years old, but in my haste to leave my childhood home I hadn’t been focusing on dresses when I packed my few belongings.

“I know.” I swipe my tongue against my dry lips. I’m not out of the car yet and I’m already freaking out, and the driver isn’t helping. Even he knows I don’t belong here.

“You have to be twenty-one to get in,” he points out.

Good. That will help with the odds of me running into anyone I know. The last thing I need is someone from school finding out I’m working at a strip club. If I even get the job.

“Only if you’re a customer. It’s eighteen to work.” That’s what the man on the phone said at least.

“Darling—” “Thank you.” I cut him o before he tries to talk me out of this.

The gravel parking lot has me wobbling in my heels as I hurriedly make my way toward the side entrance I was told to use. I’m already not good in heels, but at five three I’m going to need them for a place like this.

I glance back over my shoulder to see the driver sitting there watching me. Not wanting to be spotted by someone I know who could be driving by, I open the door and quickly slip inside. I’m not sure anyone would actually recognize me all dolled up or believe I’d be in a place like this, but with my luck lately, this would be the time.

“You lost?” a soft feminine voice asks. I blink a few times as my eyes try to adjust to the dimly lit hallway.

“I’m here to see Marks.” I reach up and pull my glasses o , wanting to be as attractive as I can be. It's the main requirement for the job, and I’m guessing my glasses don’t scream sexy.

“You’re the interview? Heidi Miller?” she asks with a confused laugh.

“Yeah.” I shift on my feet. More of her comes into focus as she closes in on me.

She’s tall, easily towering over me with dark hair and killer curves. I’m getting why they call this place Heaven’s Door. I bet she’s every man's wet dream.

“You sure you don’t dance?” She cocks her head, eyeing me up and down.

“I thought the job was for a server.” I’d heard you could make really good money here serving drinks. But if you’re willing to take your clothes o and they let you on the stage, you’ll make a fortune.

I’d love to have the money, but there’s no way I could strip in front of anyone. Serving them in the tiny uniform I’ve heard they have for their cocktail girls is going to be hard enough.

“We are, but there’s no way you’re not going to get requests for lap dances.”

“I…” I can’t think of what to say. Honestly, I thought it was a stretch to get a job serving drinks here, but I had to try. No way do I think they might want me to dance.

“Put the glasses back on. I want Marks to see you with them. Follow me.” She motions. “I’m Sadie, by the way.

Marks’s right-hand girl.”

I slip my glasses back on my face and follow after her. I have to walk fast to keep up with her long legs.

“You’re eighteen, right?”

“Yes, I have my ID.” I reach into my bag and pull it out.

She takes it from me before knocking on a door and opening it without waiting for someone to tell her to come in.

“Happy birthday,” she says, handing it back.

“Thanks.” I glance around the big o ce that has a small bar and even a lounge area. My eyes are drawn to the window

that looks down into the strip club. This o ce is a small club of its own.

“Your interview is here,” Sadie says. The man behind the desk lifts his head, and his eyes widen as they land on me.

I’d thought Marks would be some old man in a cheesy suit, but he reminds me of Bruce Willis with his shaved head.

He’s in a suit, but it’s all black and simple. He opens his mouth to say something, but Sadie beats him to it.

“She doesn’t dance.”

“Unless you count ballet,” I joke.

“Really? If you do ballet you could easily be trained,” Marks says, standing from behind his desk.

“Honestly, I’m not sure about all this. I was hoping to serve drinks. I don’t think I can take my clothes o .” I grip my bag on my shoulder, needing something to hang on to.

“You never know what you’re capable of when men start o ering you thousands of dollars for a private dance.” Sadie smirks. Thousands of dollars. Really? That sounds ludicrous.

Someone would pay me that much to dance on them? I can’t even wrap my mind around that.

“I’m not shaped like a stripper.” I look down at myself.

Aren’t strippers supposed to be tall and skinny with big boobs? I’ve got okay boobs, but I’m chubby.

“Stripping isn’t all about a woman’s body. It’s about the sex appeal they send out,” Marks says, coming around his desk to lean up against it on the other side. He kicks his feet out as he looks me up and down.

“Sex appeal?”

“You scream innocent virgin.” Sadie fills in the blanks for me.

Heat rushes to my face because there’s a reason for that. I drop my chin, trying to hide my blush. I’m supposed to be confident and sexy. At least that’s what I thought.

“Let’s start with serving,” Marks says. “We’ll see how that goes, but you’ll get o ers for dances. They would be private because stage dancers must have experience.”

“I just want to serve.” The idea of getting paid so much money to dance for someone in a private room is tempting, but I’m not sure I have that in me.

“We’ll see about that,” Sadie says with a smirk.

“I’m down a girl. Can you start tonight?” Marks grabs a folder o his desk.

“Tonight?” I squeak.

“Is that a problem?” He lifts a brow, pulling back the folder he was about to hand me.

“No.” I shake my head. “Not at all.”

“Fill this out, and Sadie will help you get ready for tonight.”

“Thank you,” I rush to say in shock.

I didn’t know I could be both happy and terrified about something. Then again I clearly don’t know a lot of things when it comes to men and what they want.

CHAPTER TWO REESE

I’m going to kill my cousin.

It’s Saturday night, and he’s getting married in two weeks. I’m his best man, and I’m in charge of his bachelor party. I had everything planned out for a poker night at my house with his buddies, but that wasn’t what Tino wanted.

As soon as the guys got to the house, they started pounding liquor and talking about going clubbing. I’d had a chef come in to make wings to order and some carved brisket. I’d spent weeks making sure everything was perfect, then an hour into the party and Tino was calling around for a limo.

We’re both only children, so the two of us grew up basically like brothers, but we couldn’t be more di erent.

He’s five years older than me and still acts like he’s in college. We were all surprised when he said he was getting married, but if anything, I’ve learned Tino is unpredictable.

“Now this is what I’m talking about.” Tino stretches his arms wide outside the strip club, and his friends start cheering and slapping him on the back.

I’m the one talking to the limo driver and giving him an exorbitant tip so that he’ll hang out in the parking lot until

we’re ready to go. I could stay in the car and probably get some work done, but before I can complete that thought, my cousin is coming up behind me.

“Come on, Reese, don’t be a bitch,” he teases as he squeezes my neck.

“Fuck o , Tino.” I try to shrug him o , but he leans in close.

“Seriously, cuz, come on.” He looks over his shoulder to make sure his friends aren’t close. “I haven’t told any of the guys you’re a virgin.”

“Thanks.” I roll my eyes.

“Come on, this will be fun.” He lets out a long sigh and smiles at me. “This is my bachelor party.”

“I know. I was supposed to be in charge of it.”

He’s already shaking his head. “Look, I love you, Reese, but bachelor night means titties in my face. I appreciate what you tried to do, but this is what I told you I wanted.”

“Yeah.” I feel like an idiot.

“Let’s go inside, have a few drinks, and let me see some pussy.”

“I don’t think this place shows pussy,” I argue, and he laughs.

“They’ll show anything with enough paper.” He winks and pulls out a rolled-up ball of cash. “Here, take this one.”

He tosses it to me as he begins to follow his friends in the club. I stand there watching after him and then he looks back over his shoulder. “Come on, Reese, let’s see some tittaaaaaaays.”

They all laugh as they walk into Heaven’s Door, and I sigh. We both grew up never wanting for anything, and yet

the two of us took very di erent paths. Where I kept my face in books and graduated with honors, Tino partied until someone gave him a degree to leave college. Money never mattered to me, but I think Tino is trying to spend every bit of his inheritance before he turns fifty.

With a long sigh, I tuck the cash in my pocket and follow the group of guys into the club. There’s a couple of big bouncers at the door, and as the guys get in line, “I’ve got a few friends looking for a special seat in the house.” I take out several crisp hundreds and slip each of them a few. “Think you could point me in the right direction?”

“Right this way,” one of them says as he unclips the velvet rope, and I nod to Tino.

I might have never been to a strip club, but I know exactly how the world works and what it takes to have access to the VIP. Tino and his friends follow the bouncer, and I fall into the back of the line.

Inside, the club is loud, dark, and smells like perfume. On stage straight ahead are two women on poles doing the same dance at the same time. There are men sitting next to the stage throwing bills and cheering them on. I glance around to the bouncer ahead, opening another velvet rope to a sectioned-o part of the club. When I get to him, I slide him another bill and ask for bottle service. He nods and turns toward the bar to make sure we get taken care of. Once that’s done, he tells me our waitress will be right over.

There are ten of us in the private tables, and right away half of the guys take a seat closer to the stage, away from us.

Tino and two of his friends spot a dancer walking around,

and after a quick exchange she takes them by the hand and leads them away. The other two guys decide that their wives wouldn’t be happy about them being there and leave within the first five minutes. So there I am, sitting alone, when our bottle service arrives.

The waitress walks right in front of me and nearly falls over as she steadies her full tray. I reach out to catch her, and she squeaks like a little mouse.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry.” She sets the tray down on the table, and it’s then I finally get a good look at her.

“Goddamn,” is the only thing I can manage to say as I look her over.

Her dark eyes are wide as she swallows hard and then stands up straight. Her dark hair is in braids, and she looks like she’s just rolled out of bed after a night of fucking. But somehow she looks innocent and untouched, and my brain and cock can’t figure out which they like more.

My eyes travel south, and I see she’s got on a white crop top that’s tied in the front. When I look lower, I see she’s wearing a plaid skirt with knee-high white socks, and I groan at the sight. She looks like a dirty schoolgirl, and my dick begins to throb.

The sound of me moaning must have made her shy because she grabs the edge of her skirt and tries to wiggle it down. It’s no use; that skirt is too fucking small for thighs like hers. I thought I’d seen beautiful women before, but not after tonight. She is gorgeous, but more than that, she’s got a body made for sinning.

I don’t have an excuse for still being a virgin other than I haven’t had time for women. Or better yet, I never made the

time. It never bothered me until this very moment, because right now I’d do anything to be inside her.

I’m sure some of the girls here would be willing to do a little more than a lap dance for the right amount of money, but maybe I should start with that and see where it goes.

There is something about this little curvy mouse in front of me that makes me so fucking hard that I can’t stand even the small distance between us.

“How much?” I say over the music, and even in the dark I can see her cheeks flush.

“Umm…” She looks around and then back at me.

“Whatever it is, I’ll pay it,” I say and stand up. “Name your price.”

CHAPTER THREE HEIDI

I open my mouth, but no words come out as I stare up into the darkest blue eyes I’ve ever seen. I didn't really believe Sadie and Marks when they said men would o er to buy dances, but they proved me wrong rather quickly. What’s even crazier is I want to do it.

All the men that have come in tonight have blurred together one after another. Except this one. He caught my eyes from the second he stepped into this place. Like me, I thought he was a bit out of place.

His eyes didn’t linger on the beautiful women on stage or any that passed by him trying to snag his attention. He’d merely glanced around but nothing held his interest. In fact, as I watched him, he looked sort of bored and kept checking his watch.

A few of the other girls commented on him, saying they didn’t spot a ring on his finger, but he didn’t look like he was the buying type. They said something about how all the handsome ones never are. Handsome is putting it mildly. I

think a few of the girls would give him a dance for free if he asked. He looked right though everyone, not ever acknowledging an individual other than the bouncer. I’m sure he’s used to women staring at him.

Everything about him is appealing, from his handsome face to his tall, well-built body. I might be short, but I'm curvy. Next to him, I look small and delicate, and I enjoy that more than I should. At least right now anyway.

Cindy, the girl who helped me with my makeup, said he was probably gay. Not only because of his lack of interest in the other girls but also because of how well-groomed he is and the custom suit.

In the short time I’ve gotten to know some of the girls, they have blown me away with how quickly they can size up men. It really is an incredible talent. Being the new girl, they’d sent me over to handle him since there was no money to be made. I guess they were wrong about him after all.

The man steps in closer, leaning down to talk into my ear, because I guess he thought I didn’t hear him the first time.

“I want a dance.” His breath makes the loose hairs on my neck tickle my skin. The sensation is borderline erotic.

“I’ll see who is available.” I turn my head at the same time he does, and my mouth grazes his. I jerk back, stumbling over my own feet, but I don’t fall. His arm wraps around my waist, pulling me into him. I gasp when his erection presses into my stomach as he holds me against him.

“I want you.” His hold around my waist tightens.

There’s no stopping the response my body has to him, even if I wanted to. Heat rushes through me and settles

between my thighs. I don’t think anyone has ever said those words to me before.

“I don’t dance.” I flex my fingers against his chest.

The man is hard everywhere, and another wave of heat floods my sex. What is wrong with me? I’ve never had this reaction to another person. Then again, no one has ever been so close before. I’m also guessing I’ve never given someone a hard-on either. Why does that make me feel a tiny bit powerful?

“You okay, Chastity?” Benny, one of the bouncers, asks.

Sadie introduced me to all of them, but he’s one of the few names I remember.

“Oh, me.” I snap to attention, having already forgotten the name I’ve been given.

Everything happened so fast today. I’d gotten the job, and the next thing I knew I was getting dolled up while someone went over how things go down at Heaven’s Door. Along with me getting a new name. Chastity was the best they could come up with besides outright naming me Virgin.

“I want a dance,” the man holding me says, and he makes no move to let me go.

There is a soft “no touching” rule, but it’s more about groping than touching. I’ve seen a lot of the girls sit in some of the men’s laps, and they touch them here or there. Part of the job is flirting, and with that comes some touching. Sadie told me it’s up to me how much I let them touch. Anywhere except under the panties.

“Chasity doesn’t do dances,” Benny informs him, folding his arms over his chest. I thought Benny was big when I met

him earlier. Not so much compared to the man holding me close.

“A grand,” he tosses out without a thought. His face is unreadable.

“Chastity—” Benny starts again.

“Two thousand.”

“Okay,” I blurt out before the man can change his mind.

Two grand. That kind of money would help me rest easy for a while. I’m down to fifty dollars after paying for the next few nights at the extended stay motel I’ve been sleeping at.

“All right.” Benny nods. “Take room five, and she’ll meet you there.”

“Why can’t I take her with me?” he asks, not wanting to let go of me. I swear I catch a note of possessiveness in his tone. Something inside me tells me I need to calm him down.

“I’ll be right there.” I smile up at him. “Promise.”

“What’s your real name?” he asks, and his face softens just a fraction.

“Heidi. Yours?”

“Reese.”

“I’ll be right there, Reese,” I reassure him. It looks like he’s scared I’m going to change my mind.

“All right,” he finally agrees, releasing me from his hold to step away, taking all his warmth with him. I watch as he heads back toward the private rooms, and I don’t miss the three times he glances over his shoulder back at me.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Benny asks, and I nod, still watching Reese go. “I think you could have gotten five out of him.”

“Seriously?” For a freaking dance? I gape at him.

“Don’t be surprised if he wants more than a dance. I’m sure Marks told you we don’t do that here. You make those plans on your own time,” Benny reminds me before he’s heading back to his perch to watch over the club.

I hate how much the idea of this man o ering to pay to have me turns me on. Every other man that’s come in here has creeped me out. I don’t know what it is about Reese that’s di erent to me.

It’s a thrill that, for some reason, out of everyone in the club, I was able to grab his attention. Out of all these beautiful girls, his focus is on me.

“Did you really agree to a dance?” Kelly asks, rushing over toward me.

“He o ered a lot.”

“Not judging.” She holds her hands up. “I just dry humped his cousin and got him all worked up. I’m going to spend the night milking every dollar out of him.” A wicked smile crosses her face.

“You got the bored, hot one?” Cindy is coming over next.

“It’s the makeup. What can I say? I do great work.” She winks at me.

“I'm as surprised as you guys. It’s kind of flattering.” I lick my lips.

“Hey.” Kelly’s face grows serious. “Don’t be getting any ideas in your head about good men and him being di erent or something. These men are here for one thing. Don’t let them play you.”

“We play them,” Cindy adds.

They're both right. I was starting to build up some silly idea about this man in my head. He’s paying me to take

some of my clothes o and to watch me dance, but I have no clue who he really is.

“Right.” I shake my head. “He’s going to end up asking for a refund. I have no clue what I’m doing.”

“Trust me. That’s going to work in your favor.” Kelly laughs. “He bought the innocent schoolgirl. That’s what he’s going to get.”

They all really have no idea how true that is.

CHAPTER FOUR REESE

A low bassline thumps as I step into the private room and look around. There’s a long velvet couch against a wall and a table in front of it. There’s a fresh drink waiting for me, and I turn to the guy watching the door.

“Are there cameras in here?” I ask, and he nods. “Do you sit out here the whole time?” He nods again as I pass him my credit card. After he runs it for the two grand, he passes it back, and I place it with the roll of money Tino gave me when we walked in the club. “Any chance you can give us some privacy?”

“It’s time for my break.” He takes the roll and tucks it into his pocket. “And I forgot to tell someone to watch my chair while I’m gone.”

“And the cameras?”

“Damnedest thing.” He reaches over and clicks his computer. “They’ve been acting up all night.” The screen goes black, and I nod.

Without another word, I walk over to the couch and take a seat. I check my watch, wondering how long it’s going to take Heidi to come in here. Heidi, if that’s really her real

name. She didn’t look like she’d lie to me, but I can’t forget where I’m at. These women lie for a living to give men the fantasy they want.

It’s fine. If that’s the score, then so be it. But all I know is that I need her like I’ve never needed anything. Not money, not food, not even air is more important than having her straddle me right this fucking second. Reaching up, I jerk on my tie to loosen it from around my neck. I can’t breathe, and I know it’s because I’m getting anxious that she isn’t here with me.

The music gets deeper and slower, and it’s all I can do not to come o this couch and go drag Heidi back in this room.

Grabbing the drink, I knock it back in one gulp, then wipe my mouth with the back of my hand as the velvet curtain pulls back and she walks through.

She’s timid as she looks around and lets the curtain fall closed behind her. I run my tongue along my bottom lip, and I can still feel the burn of the alcohol in my throat as I really look her over. She takes a step closer when I place my glass back on the table and then stand up.

Her eyes are wide as she watches me take o my suit coat and place it on the table in front of me. Then I slowly unbutton my cu s and roll them up my forearms. I want as much skin as possible exposed, and short of taking the shirt o , this is as good as it gets.

“Come here,” I say as I sit back down and throw an arm over the back of the couch. I hold up two fingers and curl them, motioning for her to come closer. She’s got the innocent schoolgirl act down, and fuck, does she look young.

Something pings in the back of my mind as my eyes eat up

every inch of her. “Are you legal?” I’m almost afraid of her answer when her feet pause.

“Y-yes.”

Good enough for me. I raise my chin, and she begins to walk closer. Her full tits are straining against the knot in her white top, and her skirt swishes as she walks. Her white stockings are bright in the dark, and she wobbles a little on her heeled Mary Janes. Fuck me, I’m not going to last.

“What would you like?” She looks up at me through her lashes, cherry lips wet and full.

“That’s a dangerous question, Heidi.” I make a point of slowly looking her up and down as she moves to stand between my knees.

“I just want you to know this is my first time.”

My cock throbs with the thought, and I give her a smug smile. “Sure it is.” I reach out and flip the edge of her skirt up playfully. “I bet you tell that to everyone who gets you in this room.”

She opens her mouth, and I shake my head while holding up my hand. “I don’t want to know.” I grit my teeth, thinking that this is just an act for her. “Right now, let’s pretend that it’s your first time, and I’m the only one you’re doing this for.”

“Okay.” She swallows hard, and fuck, is it pure as the driven snow.

“I want you to sit on my lap.” This time it’s me swallowing hard.

“You don’t want me to dance first?”

“No.” I shake my head. “I want you on top of me, so why waste time?”

Her eyes widen in shock, and she looks over her shoulder like someone is going to come in here and save her. Not this time, little mouse. I made sure of that.

She brings a shaky knee up on one side of my thigh, and I grab her hips to hold her up. Shit, if I didn’t know better I’d say she was just as inexperienced in this as I am. It takes her a second, but eventually she has both her knees on the outside of my thighs, and her ass is sitting on my lap. I lean back, getting a good look at her, and this close I can see the freckles across her nose.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” I say, reaching out and running my knuckle across her cheek.

“Thank you,” she answers softly.

Then my hands move lower and rest on her bare thighs, my fingers playing with the edge of her skirt. Her full lips part just a fraction as she watches me. Without warning, I slide both my hands around to her lush ass, and I jerk her toward me in one hard move, putting her hot little pussy right up against my cock. Her hands fly to my shoulders to brace herself, and her tits are an inch from my mouth. She lets out a squeak as she wiggles.

“There,” I groan, loving the feel of her soft curves on me.

“Now I want you to move.”

“Reese,” she whispers, and I close my eyes, savoring the sound of it on her lips.

When I open them again, she’s watching my face, and her hands on my shoulders tighten. The music is deafening, and it makes it feel like we’re alone. I keep my hands on her ass as she begins to slowly move against me.

A moan escapes me when she moves her pussy up and down my length as it strains to break free of my pants. I can’t help but look down between us as she rolls her hips up and down, grinding hard on the way down. She’s so fucking hot, it’s like she’s branding me with every roll of her hips.

If only she were mine.

I can’t think about anything beyond these walls, because all of my focus is on her. “How much to kiss?” I ask, leaning close.

“We’re not supposed to do that.” I can feel her breath against my lips, she’s so close.

“How much to break the rules?” My eyes stay locked on hers as I wait.

“Reese.” There’s a whine in her voice as I reach down and pull out my wallet.

“I want you to kiss me.” Opening it up, I place a stack of bills next to me. “This is yours, but I want something in return.”

She glances down at the money and then back at me.

“Just a kiss?” Her hips slide up, and her breath catches in her throat as I nod. She hesitates for only a second before she leans forward and gently brushes her lips against mine.

“Now it’s my turn,” I say as I put my hand on the back of her neck and bring her down to my mouth. She gasps, and I take the advantage, sliding my tongue against hers.

There’s a growl in my chest as she dry-humps me, and I fuck her mouth. I’m so close to cumming I could probably go o just like this. I may not have any experience with women, but I know that getting her o would make it just as good for

her as it would for me. With that goal in mind, I slip my hand between us and brush a knuckle over her panties.

“Is all this for me?” The material covering her pussy is soaking wet.

CHAPTER FIVE HEIDI

My fingers dig into Reese’s broad shoulders as he finds out what I’ve been hiding from him. It’s shameful. I shouldn’t be getting o the way I am, but there’s no controlling it. When he’d pulled out his wallet and o ered me more money to kiss me, I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from moaning. The truth is I would have done it without being paid. Now all I can think about is his mouth on other parts of me.

“Yes,” I admit. “I’m sorry. This is supposed to be about you, but I can’t stop it.” I try to get up from his lap, but he stops me.

“Don’t move,” he grits out between his teeth, clearly angry. “You always get worked up this way?” I shake my head instantly. Some of the tightness in his shoulders releases under my fingers.

“This has never happened before, I swear.” His eyes search my face.

I’m not sure what he’s trying to find there. I’ve always been told all my emotions play across my face and that I can’t hide anything. I’ve never had a reason to before now, but I don’t think he believes me. I don’t blame him. He wants to pretend, but he doesn't have to when it comes to me.

However, I am pretending when it comes to him.

Pretending that there’s something special about me that has him doing this. That he’d never pay a woman to do the things he’s paying me to do. But for me he’d drain his bank account for one kiss. I cling to the idea of being something special to him. That turns me on as much as him throwing his money at me. If he gets to pretend, why can't I do it too?

No one ever has to know.

“Where the hell did this place find you?” Before I can try to begin to answer him, he’s kissing me again. He doesn't want to know because it would make this all too real, and probably a bit sad. I want to stay pretending with him a bit longer.

I moan into his mouth as he dominates the kiss. I had no idea a kiss could be so erotic and consuming. It’s overwhelming and verging on being so intimate that I wonder how others can kiss without falling in love. This feels as close as sex, or at least that’s what I’d guess sex is like.

I’m sure I only think this because I’m naïve.

“Reese,” I moan, breaking the kiss when his fingers dip inside of my panties. I should stop him and tell him that’s not allowed, but instead I thrust my hips forward, inviting him to do more.

“You must be hurting.”

“Yes,” I whimper as his fingers graze across my clit, barely touching me.

“The top. I want it o .” Without thinking, I go for my shirt. Only a few of the buttons are done up since the bottom part is tied. My fingers fumble with the buttons while Reese looks like he wants to rip it o my body. But he watches and doesn’t move as his eyes never leave me. Finally when I get the thing free, he groans at seeing the pretty lacy white bra they gave me to wear. It’s a fight to take that o too because I’m not used to a bra that clips in the front. When I get the clasp free, it falls open, revealing my bare breasts to him.

Reese doesn't move and barely even breathes once I’m done. It takes me a second to realize my mistake. I’d been in such a rush to get it o , hoping he’d touch me, that I forgot I’m supposed to be the one making him lose his mind. Not the other way around. My clit is dying for his fingers, and I’m a bit mindless with need, but I stop and let out a quick breath.

“I did it wrong.” I was supposed to go slow and draw this out. “I’ll try again.” Once again, I try to stand so I can put my clothes back on, but he stops me.

“Do not get out of my lap unless I give you permission.”

He grips my panties and gives them a small tug. It pulls me forward the few inches that I retreated.

Another whimper leaves me at the authority in his voice.

I’m starting to think everything this man does has my body responding to him. He’s flipped some switch inside of me I didn’t know I had, and now he’s in control of me.

“I’m sorry, sir,” I whisper. His eyes widen, and a rumble comes from deep inside of him, sending a shiver through me.

“Good girl.” He rewards me by grazing his fingers across my clit again. I moan, dropping my head back, and he leans forward. That’s when I feel his mouth running along my neck.

“Yes.” I rock my hips. The need to move them consumes me and feels like this is what I’m supposed to be doing.

“Close your eyes,” he says against my skin. “Pretend it’s my tongue. Not my fingers.” The words no sooner leave his mouth than he’s licking up the column of my neck. Images of his face buried between my thighs flash through my mind.

It’s all too much.

I open my mouth to cry out his name in pleasure, but his hand comes over it, smothering the sound. His teeth sink into my neck, and I’m not sure if it triggers another orgasm or the same one is still going. I cry out again against his hand, and his hard body jerks under me.

“Heidi,” he groans. “Fuck.”

He holds me tight to him as I collapse against his body. A sweet hum simmers though me, and I don’t move when he pulls his fingers out from inside my panties. There is no mistaking the sound of him licking his fingers clean, and I start to heat all over again.

He surprises me when his hands start to drift up and down my back soothingly. It’s so sweet—something I would expect a lover would do in bed. Not inside of a strip club with someone he barely knows. He paid thousands of dollars to have me all to himself for a few moments. Still, I find myself relaxing for the first time in what seems like forever. The rest of the world melts away, and it’s just Reese and me.

I jerk to sit up fully when a loud bang sounds from somewhere behind me. I almost slip o Reese’s lap backwards, a bit dazed. I must have dozed o for a second, but he grabs me by the hips before I can fall.

Looking over my shoulder, I hear another loud bang, and the door rattles before it pops open, and a man comes tumbling inside. I think he’s the bachelor that Reese came in with.

“Reese! I’ve been trying to find you!” the bachelor shouts.

“You got a lap dance?” His eyes widen, taking me in. My back is bare, but my chest is pressed into Reese’s. “A schoolgirl? Don’t you think that’s a bit fucked up for you?”

“Get the fuck out!” Reese roars. If he didn’t have me by the hips, I would have gone falling o his lap that time for sure.

His anger fills the small space, and there’s one quick pause before someone else comes rushing into the room.

“You’re done,” T-bone, one of the bouncers, says as he grabs Reese’s friend by the back of the neck and starts to pull him out of the room. The man isn’t having it.

“Tino, calm your ass down!” Reese shouts at him.

Reese rises with me in his lap, turning to block me with his body. He scoops my shirt o the floor, handing it to me and ordering me to put it on. The sounds of people shouting get louder, and I barely get my shirt back on before I see what’s happening. And just as I look up, Tino takes a swing at T-bone.

That’s when all hell breaks loose inside the tiny room.

CHAPTER SIX REESE

My head still throbs as I sit at my desk and look out the window. There’s lots of people walking around below, and noise in the hallway can be heard through the door. I rub a hand over my face and close my eyes.

The image of Heidi comes back, and I have to push the heel of my palm against my dick to get it to go down. She’s branded in every part of me and there hasn’t been one second since Saturday night that I haven’t thought about her,.

I was even desperate enough to drive to the club on Sunday, but of course it was closed. There was one security guard in the empty parking lot, but he must have recognized me or heard about it because he wouldn’t say shit, no matter how much money I o ered.

Fucking Tino.

After he punched the bouncer, there was a flurry of people shouting as they filled the small room. Over the loud music I tried to call out to Heidi, but the last time I looked at her there was another dancer with her arms around her, trying to shield her from the mayhem. I could swear the look in her

eyes cut right through me as they dragged me out of the club and into the back of a cop car.

It took hours to get us bailed out because Tino’s fiancée wouldn’t come get us. I had to call our family lawyer who was out of town and wait for him to come get us. Not only was it embarrassing, but it made me furious.

I didn’t get a chance to get her number or find out where she lives. Instead I had to spend the night locked in a cell with Tino’s dumbass. By the time we got out, it was Sunday afternoon and it was too late. I went home and tried to sleep, but all I could do was remember her in my lap, lost to the pleasure I’d given her.

Never in my life has a woman made me feel so much. For a long time I wondered if I was just missing that part of me —the one that desires a partner. I assumed I was going to be alone forever, but one look at Heidi and I knew that I’d been waiting on her. I might be a virgin, but my body knows exactly what to do with her in my arms.

“Reese?” There’s a soft knock on my door, and I turn away from the window to see one of my work colleagues, Alvin.

“Yes?” I blink, trying to get the image of Heidi’s magnificent tits out of my head.

“Will you be attending the luncheon this afternoon? I’m in charge of headcount and noticed you hadn’t replied.”

“Oh, yeah, sorry about that.” I glance at my calendar and nod. “Sure, I’ll be there.”

Alvin nods but then looks me over, as if seeing me for the first time. “Are you okay? You look tired.”

“Didn’t sleep well last night,” I say, and that seems to be enough of an explanation.

“I know. I’m always excited about the first day. Good luck.” He nods as he leaves, and I lean back in my chair.

Closing my eyes once more, the dark red couch flashes in my mind, and I imagine what would have happened if I’d gotten Heidi naked on it and kneeled in front of her. I think about eating her pussy and then fucking her right there in that club, and the fantasy almost chokes me.

“Fuck,” I hiss as I look at my watch and then my o ce door. I’ve got time.

Quickly, I lock the door and move back to my chair, hastily pulling my cock out. I’ve beat my cock so many times it should be empty, but every time I think of her, it fills right back up. Spitting on my hand, I slide it up and down as I once again close my eyes and think of her. The sounds of her pleasure, the taste of her tongue on mine, the color of her nipples in the dim light. Those images and a couple of quick tugs, and I’m spilling into my hand. I curse as I grab a tissue and wipe it away, my chest moving up and down as I try to suck in a breath. It’s like I’m fifteen and can’t get control of myself.

After that, I go to the bathroom and wash my hands but make a point to not look at myself in the mirror. I’m afraid of what I’d see if I saw my reflection. Probably a shell of a man with not one ounce of self-control all because of a woman. A beautiful woman with cherry-red lips and curves that should be illegal.

Grabbing my stu from my o ce, I lock the door and make my way out of the building. It’s a beautiful walk

through a grassy lawn and shade trees, but it might as well be the seventh circle of hell for what I’m feeling in my chest.

It’s like the world has lost its color, and now there’s nothing left. That’s what it’s like as I go through the motions as I’ve done so many times before and take the stairs up to the stone building.

I nod as people say hello, but they all blur together. I’m on autopilot as I go to the end of the hall and open the door that leads to the giant atrium. It’s noisy inside, but it begins to quiet as I descend the stairs and go to the front.

Placing my bag on the long wooden table, I open it up and take out my laptop. I set it on the podium and click on the buttons to project the image on the screen. Then I move to the side and tuck my hands into my pockets, still feeling like my mind is anywhere but here.

“Good morning, I’m Dr. Davis, and I’ll be your statistics professor for the duration of the semester.”

After working for a few years, I was approached by an old professor to come speak at one of his classes. The university was so impressed they asked me to teach a few introductory classes in business and statistics. They are beginning classes for college students but are important foundations for what they decide to do next. Either they excel in my class or they fail. There doesn’t seem to be much in between.

Normally I enjoy teaching because it’s not hard, and I don’t need the money, but today I’m not feeling it. Right now I wish I was anywhere but in this auditorium, but I have an obligation to the university to do what I said I would do.

I open my mouth to continue with the next part of my general introduction that I do for every class I teach, but

before I can continue, I hear a slight gasp. Thinking that someone is in the wrong room, I turn to tell them it’s okay to leave, and then I’m frozen in place.

There, two rows up and dead center, is Heidi.

“Fuck,” I whisper as my entire world comes back into focus.

CHAPTER SEVEN HEIDI

This is not happening.

The same blue eyes I’ve been thinking about since Saturday night are locked on mine. I was so sure I’d never see them again, not with how everything ended. They narrow in on me for a second before he mutters something under his breath.

He’s pissed, and I guess I can’t really blame him. It wasn't his fault the guy he came to the club with showed up in our private room and went nuts. Reese was trying to break it up, and I can still remember him shouting my name, trying to see if I was okay. For a brief moment I thought maybe he cared.

That was until I got a phone call a few hours ago from Sadie, and she filled me in on a few things. Such as the man who started the brawl is related to Reese and has some lawyer making a bunch of threats.

She thinks he’s making up crap in hopes the club won't press charges, and they can settle outside of court for

damages. This Tino guy is saying someone stole money from him. I have to go down to the club straight after class to tell them everything that went on in the room with Reese and me.

Apparently the cameras weren't working, and honestly, thank god. Still, I don’t want to tell them anything about what I did or what I let be done to me. I might get fired, and I’m sure I’m on thin ice already. The giant brawl went down in the room I was in with a client. I cringe thinking about Reese as a client.

Sliding down a little in my chair, I wish a hole in the floor would open up and swallow me. My heart is pounding so loud I’m sure everyone around me can hear it. So many di erent emotions gnaw at me as I look at him in a new light.

Reese shakes his head, turning around and giving the classroom his back. He runs his fingers through his short hair, and I remember sliding my own fingers into it as he brought me to climax. Heat rushes to my face thinking about that moment, but I’m sure my face is already beyond red at this point.

“He’s hot,” the girl to my right says under her breath. I glance over to see her talking to her friend on the other side of her. I’d tried to introduce myself to them when I sat down, but they brushed me o . I thought I’d left high school behind and was really hoping this was a new start for me. So much for college being di erent.

“Nice ass too,” the other girl responds before they both burst into giggles.

I grip the side of my desk as a rush of unexpected jealousy fills me. I’m almost thankful for it, because I’ll take anything to get this blush to go away. There’s no need to be jealous; Reese was just a client. One that might be costing me my job since Sadie mentioned some of the accusations being made are about me.

“Let’s start with the syllabus,” Reese says, turning around to face the class again. I drop my head, letting my hair fall forward to help hide myself. I wonder if it’s too late to drop this class.

Everyone opens their laptops while I pull out the syllabus I printed out in the library this morning. I went there after the student center, where I tried to check out a laptop for the semester. They were out, and I was put on the waitlist. The guy working the front desk took my number down and said he'd call me when one comes in from repairs and move me to the top of the list. I don’t know why he took pity on me, but I’m thankful for it.

I suppose I could go buy one if I really needed to, but I’d rather keep a small nest egg for a deposit on a place. The hotel is slowly draining every dollar I have. I guess that is if I still have a job. I try to hold on to that anger because it seems better than the other emotions I’m fighting with right now.

I do my best to write down everything Reese says, but even his voice turns me on. I find myself wiggling in my seat, and on the few times I look up, he doesn't spare me another glance. I should be thankful, but strangely it hurts.

Do I not a ect him the same way he does me? Had I made things in my head bigger than they really were that night?

I try to stay focused on his words and nothing else, but it’s hard between the girls next to me whispering about him and the erotic places my mind keeps going. Whatever sexual switch Reese flipped inside of me Saturday is still on.

Since that night, whenever I’ve been able to find sleep, it’s Reese I dream about. I kept waking up with my hand inside my panties, on the verge of an orgasm. But as soon as I’d wake up and try to finish it myself, it never worked. No matter how hard I tried, I’d give up and feel angry. I was telling myself it was just because I was distracted and couldn’t do it, not that Reese might be the only one who could take me there.

“Heidi!” Reese snaps my name, and I jerk my head.

“Yes?” I squeak. Crap. From his tone I’m guessing he’d been calling my name a few times already.

“I need you to stay after class. The rest of you are free to go.” My stomach drops as everyone else starts to get up from their chairs. “Make sure you take note of my o ce hours.

You’re free to swing by, but it’s better to make an appointment,” he says.

“I’ll be swinging by,” one of the girls says, sending them both into another fit of giggles. They bump my desk in the process, sending my pen rolling o it. They don’t bother to pick it up either. They just step over it, pretending like I’m not there.

“They’ve always been bitches. I went to North Moore High with them,” the guy in the seat in front of mine says as he bends down and snags the pen o the floor for me. “Hey, I’m Frank,” he says as he sets my pen back on my desk for me.

“Heidi,” I respond.

“Got that after Dr. Davis called it a few times,” he teases me.

I haven't even started trying to wrap my mind around Reese being a doctor. Isn’t he too young?

“I think I zoned out.” He’s kind of cute, and I wonder why I can't be attracted to him. Could it be because this guy is young and Reese is all man? Even in high school I wasn't attracted to anyone my age.

“You want to get a—” “Heidi!” Reese snaps my name again, cutting Frank o .

I’m thankful for the interruption because as much as I’m not looking forward to talking to Reese, I’m pretty sure Frank was about to ask me out. “You’re on my time now,” he says, and my mouth falls open. Did he really just say that to me?

Sorry, Frank mouths to me before he ducks out of the classroom, leaving Reese and me alone.

“Come here,” he orders, not moving from the front of the room.

Annoyed, I glare at him, but my body is having a di erent reaction. Instead of jumping to do as he tells me, I slowly pack the rest of my stu into my bag.

“Were you going to charge him to take you out?”

I gasp because his words cut deep. With everything that’s happened in my life over the last few months, I’ve yet to cry.

I’m scared that if I start I’ll never stop. So I’m surprised I have to fight back the rush of tears that burn at my eyes.

“You did not say that to me.” I shove the rest of my stu into my bag, reminding myself about the call from Sadie and the fact Reese’s cousin is pulling me into his mess.

“Fuck, I’m sorry.” He runs his hand down his face, and I notice the dark circles under his eyes. When I’m tired I’m a hot mess, but he still manages to be as handsome as I remember. “Are you about to cry?” He starts toward me, his arm coming out to grab mine.

I put my hands up to stop him. If he touches me, I’ll throw myself at him. Not only because I know what he can do to my body, but because I know it will feel too good to be held. I’d enjoyed that as much as the orgasm he’d given me, and clearly I’m starved for his touch.

“If you’re sorry, you’ll stay away from me and tell that jerkface Tino to stop making up lies. I didn’t steal anything from you.” He actually stops coming toward me, and there’s a confused look on his face.

“Tino?”

“Oh sorry. I thought your class was over,” a man says from the doorway.

“Alvin, could you—” “Thank you for your time, Dr. Davis. I know it’s priceless.” I surprise myself with my own jab as I put my bag over my shoulder and rush for the door. The man in the doorway steps aside, letting me make my escape.

He let me go this time, but I don’t think it will be for long.

CHAPTER EIGHT REESE

“What the fuck did you do?”

“Hello to you too, cuz.”

“I’m serious, Tino.”

“First of all, I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about. Second, why do you sound so pissed?”

I rub the heel of my hand on the back of my eyes as I click through the computer database. “I’m talking about what happened Saturday night. Olson was supposed to take care of everything, and we were supposed to be hands o . Why is it I’m hearing that you’re involved?”

“Oh.” There’s a long silence, and I hear him talking to someone else that must be near him. It’s a minute later when I hear a door shut, and he hisses into the phone. “Neva is on my ass to press charges.”

“Press charges for what, Tino? You’re the one that started the fight, and there are about a dozen witnesses.” I let out a sharp breath. “You didn’t tell your fiancée the whole story, did you?” The pause after my question gives me my answer.

“Shit ,Tino, what did you tell her?”

“That the strippers stole all our money and the bouncers tried to kick us out for getting it back.”

“Why would you tell her that!” Someone walking past my o ce glances in, and I have to remember to keep it quiet.

“Why the fuck would you tell her that?” I ask more calmly.

“I guess she saw how much cash I took with me, but I told her we weren’t going to a strip club. Then when I called her to bail us out and she found out why, she got pissed. I had to come up with something.” He pauses and whispers into the phone. “Oh, by the way, if she asks, it was your idea to go.”

“Tino.” I say his name like a curse.

“Look, one day when you’ve got a Puerto Rican fiancée that carries a blade, you tell me how honest you are with her.”

“This is no way to start a marriage.” I put my face in my hands.

“Eh.” I can practically hear him shrug. “That pussy is so damn good, it’s worth losing my balls over.”

“All right, listen, don’t say fucking shit to anyone at the club anymore. Do you understand me?”

“I guess.” He sighs. “But I’ve got to tell Neva something.”

A growl forms in the back of my throat as I email our financial advisor. “Tell her they gave the money back and it’s been handled. Then take her on a weekend trip before the wedding.” I click on the keyboard and then hit send. “I just had the money wired directly to her, so she can see it.”

“You saved my ass, cuz.” I can tell he’s smiling by the sound of his voice.

“Just keep out of this until it blows over.” I shake my head. “And for fuck’s sake, stop lying to Neva, or I’m going to ask to borrow her blade.”

“Got it,” he says cheerfully. “Later, cuz.” I hear his voice in the distance before he hangs up. “Hey, Neva! Grab your bikini, we're going to the Bahamas!”

I roll my eyes as I end the call. I love my cousin, but he’s such a damn drama queen.

Once I take care of that and email our attorney, Olson, I go back to searching the school directory. I have her first and last name on my student list, but this university is so big, it’s taking forever to load all the pages.

Finally after what feels like an eternity, the page for Heidi Miller comes up, and I scroll down for her information. It shows that she has a small scholarship, with only this semester's tuition paid. When I look at her financials, it just shows her as sole earner with zero dependents. There’s no phone number listed, but there is an address. I write it down on a piece of paper and then scan the file one more time just to be sure. There’s almost nothing on her besides these few small facts, and it’s worrisome. Most students have several pages, yet Heidi’s could be summarized in a paragraph.

Does she not have any other family? She has no income listed, and no past employment. I can understand not putting the club down because that might be embarrassing, but there’s nothing before that. It’s like she didn’t exist before she came here, and now I’ve got more questions than answers.

I push away from my desk and make my way out of the university and to the parking lot. I thought maybe she lived

somewhere on campus, but her small scholarship didn’t cover the expense. The address on file isn’t familiar, so when the GPS takes me away from town, I wonder if I wrote it down right.

Not too long later, the navigation tells me to turn right into a parking lot. I look up at the sign and do as it says, seeing that this is a motel that rents extended stay rooms.

The place isn’t terrible, but it’s certainly not great. There’s a couple of guys standing in one of the breezeways, and when they see me they stare. I feel all kinds of eyes on me as I go into the front o ce and look around. There’s no one behind the counter, and when I knock on the glass, I hear someone call from the back.

“What?”

I blink and look around, expecting someone to come out, and when they don’t I guess I’m supposed to shout back.

“I’m looking for Heidi Miller. I might have the wrong place but—” “Two D,” the voice says, and that’s it.

What the fuck kind of place just gives out information on their guests? I thought for sure I’d have to bribe someone, but there’s not even someone here at the damn desk. I hear the sound of a television in the distance, and I guess the person couldn’t be bothered to get up from their show long enough to help me.

With a frustrated growl, I walk out and then go in search of Heidi. It’s late afternoon, but there are several people walking around or just sitting outside their rooms watching me. The longer I’m here, the less and less I like this place.

Heidi can’t stay here; it’s not safe.

Finally finding her room, I knock softly on the door. When there’s no answer, I knock again, but still nothing. I call out her name and knock once more, and when I do, the door creaks open.

“Heidi?” I look down and see the lock on the door is broken. Using my finger to push it open the rest of the way, I see that the entire room has been ransacked. “Heidi?” I call out again and rush inside to see if she’s here.

I check the bathroom, and she’s not there. Other than that, there’s no place for her to hide. The room is tiny with just a single bed, but clearly it’s been broken into. Without a way of calling Heidi, all I can do is wait for her to come back.

At least I hope she comes back. “Fuck.”

CHAPTER NINE HEIDI

“Really?” I let out a long breath as relief fills me. Finally one thing goes my way today.

“Yeah, we got a call a few minutes before you got here.”

Sadie smiles at me. “You know you weren’t in trouble, right?

I only wanted to go over everything with you before we had a meeting with our lawyers.”

Sadie and all the girls here have been so much nicer to me than I expected. I think my mom has made me leery of beautiful sexy women because she warned me over and over they are only out for themselves.

“I wasn't sure. I’m still in my probationary period.”

Which I was told lasted for the first two weeks.

“It’s all good. In fact, we let go of a bouncer that should have been outside your door to begin with.” She shakes her head. “The man who bought your dance paid him to leave his spot for extra privacy.” She rolls her eyes. “Then they try to say we did something wrong.”

“He what?” I gasp.

“I’m really sorry, Heidi. I take the security of the girls here very seriously. I’m just glad you weren't hurt.”

“Thanks.” My mind races. “And the security video?” Had Reese paid for that small problem too? I remember them trying to play it back that night, and I was so relieved when they couldn’t get it to work. I’m not sure if I should be thanking Reese for that one.

He never crossed any lines that I hadn’t wanted him to, and I’m thankful no one got to see us in that position. In a way it protected me, but if not for his cousin bursting into our room, I’m not sure how far things would have gone.

Maybe I should be thanking his cousin now too.

“Honestly I thought maybe you unplugged it, but you were so nervous about giving a dance.” She lifts her brow.

“It wasn’t me.” I hold my hands up.

“Did he cross any lines with you?”

“Umm.” I drop my head as heat rushes to my face.

“Honey, when I say ‘crossing the line,’ I mean him doing something you told him not to.”

“Oh, no.” I shake my head adamantly.

“All right. I guess that clears everything up.” She stands from behind her desk. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” I agree, and Sadie leads me out of her o ce.

I pull out my phone and order a ride and then debate if I should go home while I wait. When the car pulls up, I end up going to the library first and then staying there until they close.

While I’m there, I’m able to get a nice jump on my upcoming assignments. Doing my schoolwork is the only thing that keeps my mind from going to Reese. While

everything might have been cleared up with my job, there is still the problem of him being my teacher.

I’d sent an email about transferring out of his class on the drive over to Heaven’s Door. Their response was almost instant and told me it wasn't possible. Tomorrow I’ll go to his o ce and talk to him rationally. We’ll forget about what happened and move forward.

His comment about Frank paying for my time still stings.

A small part of me hopes that was jealousy and not him not actually thinking I do that. There’s nothing wrong with the work, but it’s not who I want to be because it hits a bit too close to home.

When I see the door to my room up ahead, I can’t help the yawn that escapes me. My stomach rumbles with hunger, but I ignore it. I’ll go to sleep and eat in the morning. When I put my key into the lock, I pause when I realize it’s not locked. I don’t get the chance to pull my key back out before the door is jerked out of my hand.

My mouth falls open when I see Reese standing in my room. He towers over me, and the expression on his face is pure anger. “We’re leaving.” He grabs me by the wrist and starts to pull me along.

“What?” I ask, tugging back. He suddenly stops abruptly and lets go of my wrist, but it’s short-lived. In the blink of an eye he’s got me in his arms, and my traitorous body begins to respond to him being so close.

“Where have you been? Don’t say work because I had someone check there.”

“Put me down, you psycho!” I shout, and when I look around I see that no one tries to stop him. The two guys in

the parking lot turn away like it’s not a big deal. Assholes.

“What’s psycho is you thinking it’s okay to live here,” he growls, putting me back on my feet to open a door to a black SUV. “In,” he orders.

“Hey, you can’t—” “In!” he bellows.

My body responds before my mind does, and I jump inside. Reese slams the door behind me, and I turn my head when I see the back is overflowing with stu . While I’m distracted by what I’m seeing, Reese gets in and puts my seatbelt on for me and then pulls out of the parking lot before I can protest. For a big man, he really is quick.

“This is my stu .” I reach back and grab the plush kitten my grandma had given me when I was little. I could never have a real one because my mother was allergic.

“You think I’m going to let you stay in that place? You’re out of your mind.”

“Then where am I going to live?!” I shout back at him.

“Not everyone has money they can throw around on lap dances and kisses from strangers.” My jealousy slips out.

Dang it.

Reese takes a slow deep breath, and I can see he’s trying to get his anger under control. “You’ll stay with me.”

I gape at him, and the inside of the vehicle grows quiet.

Reese keeps his eyes on the road as I drop back into my seat, hugging the stu ed animal to me.

“I can’t stay with you,” I finally say when he doesn't fill the silence.

“Yes, you can. I have a large house, and it’s safe. The only reason you’re staying in that dump is money. My place is

free.”

“Oh, I’m sure there will be a price.” I stare out the window, knowing what that price is. My mind and heart hate it, but my body sure doesn't. Why do I get o on the idea of him paying for my body? My parents really did a number on me.

“I would never make you do anything you didn't want.” I start to respond, but he cuts me o . “Sexually.”

A bark of unexpected laughter comes from me. “Why are you doing this?”

“Clearly you need someone to look out for you.”

I bite the inside of my cheek, wanting to say I can take care of myself, but clearly it’s not true. I’ve been mostly doing it my whole life since both my parents made sure I knew I’d been a mistake.

My mother was a mistress that apparently scored when she got herself knocked up with me. Though my father wanted nothing to do with me, he paid the bills and put us up in a nice condo. That was until I turned eighteen.

Once he stopped footing the bill, my mother was done with me too. She had to find someone else to take care of her, and an eighteen-year-old daughter didn’t fit into the picture. She took o with some schmuck who would realize soon enough what he’d gotten himself into.

My stomach starts to turn as the longer we drive, the nicer the houses get. Reese turns in to a well-known gated community, and my palms sweat. I know this neighborhood because my father lives here with his real family. He has a beautiful wife and a few kids that are all older than me.

This isn’t happening. I’ve spent my whole life saying I’d never end up like my mother.

How the hell did I get here so damn quickly?

CHAPTER TEN REESE

When we pull up to the house, the sta is already outside waiting. Two people go directly to the back of the SUV and begin to unload the stu .

“Reese, we should really talk about this.”

“We will.” I turn to look at her as I take her by the elbow.

“Inside.”

“Good evening, Miss Miller,” Mae greets.

“Heidi, this is my housekeeper, Mae. If you need anything, all you have to do is ask.”

“It’s so nice to meet you.” She smiles at Heidi, but at her blank expression, she turns to me. “Dinner is ready in the kitchen. You requested a more casual setting tonight?”

“Yes, thank you. We’ll serve ourselves.” The men come in with Heidi’s things, and I nod toward the stairs. “In the master suite on the second floor,” I instruct, and I feel Heidi tense at my side.

“Reese,” Heidi begins to protest, but I shake my head.

“This way.” I hold on to her arm firmly as I turn us away from the marble foyer and head to the back of the house.

Normally when I have guests, we eat in the dining room, but since it’s just me most of the time, I usually eat in the kitchen with the sta . I might not know everything about Heidi, but I can tell she wouldn’t want to be overwhelmed any more than necessary. And I’d say kidnapping her from that dump she was staying in and forcing her to come live with me might be on the edge of overwhelming.

When we walk through the doors that lead to the kitchen, Heidi’s feet falter. “Oh wow.” She looks around, and I smile down at her.

“Are you hungry?”

“Um, I guess.” She swallows, and I can see her eyes widen at the spread of food.

“I wasn’t sure what you’d like so I had them make a little of everything.”

“No crap.” She presses her lips together quickly like she didn’t mean to say it out loud. “Sorry.”

I can feel the corner of my lip turn up as I fight a smile.

“Come sit down and tell me what you want.”

Once she’s seated, I take o my jacket and place it on the back of my chair with my tie. I unbutton my cu s, and as I roll them up, I notice that Heidi has her eyes narrowed in on the movement. After that, I take her plate, and she tells me what she likes as I fill it up. When I’ve set it down in front of her, I move to get my own. She hesitates to eat until I sit down and then nod to her food.

“Eat,” I order, and she finally picks up her fork.

“Reese—” she begins, but I shake my head.

“You eat, I’ll talk.” I wait for her to obey, and she finally nods. “First things first, stop trying to protest this. Let me

take care of you, and don’t fight it.” When she opens her mouth to argue, I raise an eyebrow, and she stops, then goes back to eating. “Like I said, I’ve obviously got plenty of room. I told them to take your things to the master because most of the first floor is being renovated and isn’t furnished.

The master is the nicest and has the biggest tub.”

Her eyes widen, and I know I catch a sparkle of excitement at the mention of a bath.

“You’ll stay here.” I think about my phrasing and decide I should be a little more subtle. “You can stay here as long as you like, rent free.” Then I remember what sent me into a panic to get her out of there. “I don’t even know what the hell was going on in that place, but your room was trashed like it had been broken into. I don’t know if they took any valuables, but mostly it was just ransacked.

“I didn’t have anything of value.” She looks down sadly at her plate.

“I’m sorry” is all I can think to say.

“Thank you.”

“Heidi, can I ask you something?” She looks up at me through her lashes and then nods. “Why were you staying there? I gave you enough money to pay for an apartment for months if you needed to.”

“I have to use it for school.” She shrugs like it’s not a big deal.

“Why didn’t you take out student loans or get a credit card?” I’m thinking of all the di erent scenarios that led her to where she is, and I don’t understand how she ended up at that shitty motel.

“I don’t have any credit, and I wasn’t approved for loans.

I don’t have any family that can help me either.” She volunteers the last bit of information like she can read my thoughts.

“I see.” I nod and try not to think about her working at Heaven’s Door, but I can’t help it. “How long have you been working at, uh—” “That was my first night.” Her voice is barely above a whisper, and her eyes stay on her plate.

“You don’t need to go back.” My words come out sharper than I intend, but I mean them all the same. “Since you have a free place to stay now.” It’s a pitiful excuse, but it’s reason enough to keep her out of there.

“I’m too tired to fight you right now, but I’ll figure something out soon. Thanks for letting me stay here while I do that.” I press my lips together just as she places her fork down on her plate. “I can’t eat any more. I was starving, but it’s been a long day, and I’m exhausted.”

“All right,” I agree and stand from the table. “I’ll show you to your room.” When I hold out my hand, I’m relieved that she takes it easily and comes with me. “I’ve had the room cleared for you and your things.”

“Where will you be sleeping?” she asks as we climb the stairs.

“There’s a spare room next to the master. It’s got a bed, which is all I need.”

“So you’ll be close if I need anything?” She glances up at me shyly and then back at the floor.

“Are you scared to sleep here?” I squeeze her hand as we approach the bedroom door.

“I don’t know this place, and I don’t really know you.”

She looks down at her feet as she comes to a stop. “I’m always nervous in a new environment, but—” She looks around and then shrugs like that should explain everything.

When I move my hand toward her face, I do it slowly so I don’t startle her. Brushing the back of my knuckles along her cheek and jaw, I look at her and wait for her to meet my eyes.

It doesn’t take long, and when she finally does, my insides melt.

“I’m here to take care of you, nothing else.” I nod to the door behind her. “That room is safe for you, and I won’t go in without asking.” Moving just a little closer, my body presses into hers. “Not without you asking me to.”

“Okay.” Her voice is soft, and her lips part.

I nod to the door behind me. “My room is right there, and you don’t need permission to come in.” Her breath catches in her throat as I trail my fingers down the tender skin of her neck. “The next time I kiss you…” I lean down just a little so I can feel her breath against my mouth. “I won’t pay for it.”

With one last look in her hooded eyes, I open the door to the master bedroom and wait for her to walk inside. She hesitates for half a second before she goes through and turns to look at me.

“Good night, Heidi.”

“Good night, Reese.”

Closing the door and leaving her in my room alone might be one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do, but I know right now she needs to trust me. Even if that means staying awake all night and imagining her in my bed, in my sheets, all soft and warm.

The guest room next to the master is bare bones, but there’s an attached bath with a shower. I take a quick one, ignoring the throb in my cock because I know there’s nothing that can be done about it. Even if I jerk o , it won’t go down. I’ve learned that lesson already.

By the time I get into the small bed, it’s late, and there’s a storm beginning outside. Thunder in the distance is loud, and it’s getting closer. There’s a flash of lightning, and the lamp beside my bed flickers. The rain is heavy against the windows, and all I can think is that the outside world matches the storm going on in my heart.

There’s no way I’m getting any sleep tonight.

CHAPTER ELEVEN HEIDI

I pull the stopper on the tub before I crawl out and wrap a robe around me. Reese’s home is breathtaking. His bathroom reminds me of a fancy hotel suite, and I can’t imagine him in this place all alone. It’s a lot for a single man, but I guess he must come from money. I don’t think a professor could a ord this even with his doctorate. Especially at his age.

Running my hand along the cool stone on the double sinks, I think about how this bathroom is made for a couple.

It’s wrong for me to be in it, because I’m guessing this is a home he’s making for his future wife. Not that it matters, I suppose. Most men with this lifestyle have no plans of ever being faithful, so what would it matter to them if other women used the space before? I honestly don’t think men connect things that way.

My stomach sours at my own stupid thoughts. I don’t know why I’m poking at myself and getting all worked up over nothing. I should be thankful. I can’t remember the last

time I had a soak in a tub and a meal like the one I had tonight.

I’m about to crawl into a giant comfy bed and know for tonight that I’m safe. I don’t need to shove a chair under the door handle because I’m worried the lock wouldn’t be enough. I don’t need to be scared that someone is on the other side waiting to hurt me. I’m safe, but still my mind focuses on all the bad things.

Staring at myself in the mirror, I wonder if that’s a good thing. Everything comes at a price, and focusing on the bad helps me fight this attraction I have to Reese. I want to protect my heart because he could so easily take it from me.

It doesn't take much to get me to do whatever it is that he wants. He has this way about him that is sweet but also demanding and it has me crumbling.

The lights flash overhead, drawing my attention toward one of the windows. I peek out to see the rain coming down hard. I’ve always hated storms for as long as I can remember, so I hurriedly get ready for bed. I want to be asleep if the house loses power so I have no idea how bad it gets. I pass by my stu and go into Reese’s closet to grab a shirt. I decide to leave the bathroom light on with the door cracked to let some light into the bedroom.

As I pull the blankets over me and snuggle into the giant bed, the smell of Reese surrounds me. I pull one of the pillows to my face and breathe more of him in, and somehow even the scent of him turns me on. I press my thighs together as my mind drifts back to our night tonight, but as I do, thunder booms so loudly it feels like it’s right outside the house.

I lift my head from o the pillow to see the bathroom light is o . I flinch when the lightning flashes and thunder booms once more. Before I know what I’m doing, I’m out of bed and rushing to Reese’s door. I shouldn’t do this, but there is no stopping me now.

Slowly I turn the doorknob, not wanting to wake him as I slip into his room and tiptoe closer. My eyes have adjusted better to the darkness, and I can see the outline of him in the small bed, and it pulls at my heart that he gave up his giant bed for me.

I can’t understand why he keeps being so good to me. He could have pushed for more tonight by saying we needed to share a bed. I’m sure one thing would have led to another.

God knows if he put his hands on me I would have given in. I can’t stop thinking about his touch and how my body aches for more.

Thunder explodes once more, and a scream bubbles out of me before I can stop it. This time it shakes the huge house.

Reese is on me. I’m on the bed and pinned under him before I can catch my breath.

“Heidi.” He barks my name.

I’m not sure if he’s yelling at me or telling himself it’s me and I’m not someone who’s broken into his house. No, I’m the weird girl who creeped into his room and was standing over his bed.

“I got scared,” I rush to say. His tight hold on my wrists eases a fraction, but he doesn't move.

My body starts to respond to how we’re positioned, with him over me, pinning me to the bed beneath him. My thighs are spread wide with him wedged between them. I quickly

realize I hadn’t put any panties on after his shirt, and I can feel his erection pressed against my sex. Only the thin layer of his boxers separates us.

“You don’t have to be scared of anything when you’re under my roof.”

“Okay,” I exhale, not sure I can form any more words right now. All of my focus is on not lifting my hips to rub against him.

“You’re wet.” I squeeze my eyes shut because I am. I can’t help it, and I’m probably soaking his boxers, but I was hoping he wouldn't notice. He settles some of his weight on to me, and his cock presses right against my clit. “Can’t sleep?”

“No.” “You want me to help?” he asks as he lowers his head. His mouth drags along my neck, and a warm shiver moves down my body. I need more, and I’m trembling for it.

“Please,” I beg.

“There’s no one here that can stop me this time, is there?” I shake my head no. That should scare me, but it only turns me on more.

He rakes his teeth down my neck, making me whimper as the hard ridge of his cock grinds against me. “I could reach down and pull my cock out and thrust right into you. Then there would really be nothing between us.”

“Reese.” My hips jerk, inviting him to do just that. I’m so lost in him that I don’t care about anything else but feeling him against me.

“I’ll make you forget every man you let play with you before,” he growls against my neck.

I bite down on my bottom lip to keep my mouth shut. He thinks I’m a sexy woman that can work in a strip club. He doesn’t know the full truth of how inexperienced I really am.

Reese is always riding this line of being a good man and trying to do the right thing. But then when we’re like this, another side comes out. I like to think I bring it out of him but then I remind myself that he was at a strip club. Still, I don’t want him to know the truth because I’m afraid he’ll pull away and try to do what he might think is the right thing.

“I only want you. Please,” I beg again.

“I don’t care who came first. Your pussy is mine now,” he declares before he releases his hold on my wrist to move down my body. He pushes the shirt I’m wearing up as his mouth goes to my breast. “All of you is mine.”

My breath hitches. I know they are only heated words to enhance the moment, but I let myself fall into the fantasy of belonging to him. I moan when he sucks my nipple into his mouth, and his hand plucks at the nipple on my other breast.

“Say it. Say you’re mine,” he demands.

“I’m yours,” I say without a thought as my body and mind obey him.

“That’s a good girl.”

He slips farther down my body, spreading my legs as far as they can go to make room for his broad shoulders. I’m not a tall girl, and my legs are short. It’s almost painful how far he spreads me to fit him, but the sweet burn only adds to the ache of my desire. I’m so close to the edge already that all I need is his touch.

He runs his nose against my clit as he breathes deep.

“Mine,” he growls before his mouth is all over me. I cry out his name in surprise as he greedily feasts on me. My first orgasm hits me fast as his tongue flicks and sucks at my clit, claiming every drop for himself. But he doesn't stop there.

One orgasm blends into another and another before exhaustion takes me.

The rest of the world is forgotten as he gives me what he said he would, and I fall asleep in his bed, praying this wasn’t all a dream.

CHAPTER TWELVE REESE

When I slide two fingers into her soft cunt, she moans, and then her eyes flutter open. They’re still hooded and sleepy as the morning sun shines across her naked body.

“Why are you so tight?” I say almost accusingly as I slowly slide them out and then circle her opening.

“W-what?” She blinks a few times, trying to really look at me for the first time.

I’m sitting on the edge of the bed fully dressed for work, but it’s been impossible to leave the room with her like this.

After I ate her pussy and she passed out, I pulled o my shirt and tossed it on the floor. Then I stripped o my underwear and pulled her on top of me so we could sleep naked.

This morning when I woke up, my cock was at her entrance like she'd put it there on purpose. Her wet pussy lips were kissing the tip, and I knew all I had to do was nudge her just a little to go all the way inside. I might have done it just a little before I forced myself out of bed, but when I felt how tight she was, I stopped.

“I said, why are you so tight?” To make my point, I push my two fingers back inside, and she whimpers. “You can

hardly take this; how do you plan on taking my cock?”

She swallows hard, but when I curl my fingers inside of her, she tilts her head back and spreads her legs. She’s greedy to get o , but I don’t want her to cum. Not yet. I want her on the edge of madness just like I am.

My tie around my neck might as well be a noose with the way I’m feeling next to her. Her tits are full and heavy with the hard peaks of her nipples pointing straight up and begging.

When I stop rubbing her G-spot, her eyes quickly open, and she begins to beg.

“Don’t stop.”

“Are you working tonight?” My words are bitter, and she doesn’t answer right away. “Answer me.”

“Umm.” She bites her bottom lip and rocks her hips, silently asking for more.

“That’s not an answer.” I use the pad of my thumb to graze over her clit, and she opens her mouth in a silent gasp.

“Please, Reese.” She reaches for my hand so she can force it inside of her, but I shake my head.

“I said answer me.” My teeth clench as I take her wrists and pin them over her head while my other hand is still between her legs.

“I’m supposed to work tonight, yes.” She whimpers in the back of her throat, and I shake my head.

“No, you’re not.”

“I have to.” She wiggles her hips against my hand, and I let her take a little of what she wants. My fingers rub that sweet spot, and when she starts to moan again, I stop.

“Reese!”

“You’re not working at that club anymore.” My words are final, but she doesn’t agree, just clenches her jaw. “How much money do you make in a night?”

She presses her lips together, refusing to answer me.

“I’ll double it. Fuck it, I’ll give you anything you want.

Name your price.”

“It’s not that simple.” She lets out a frustrated hu , and I’m happy I’m not the only one hurting to cum. “I’m on probation right now, and I need this job. What if, what if…”

She hesitates.

“What if what?” I ask, getting pissed. “What if you find someone else better? Someone willing to pay more?”

“No! That’s not what I meant.”

Anger courses through me, but instead of pulling my hand away, I give her what she wants. Rubbing against her G-spot, I swipe my thumb over her clit again. I do it faster and faster until she’s writhing on the bed.

“I’ll wear you out until you can’t walk, let alone dance for someone else.” I lean close and bite the shell of her ear before I whisper against it. “I’m the only one that gets this, do you understand me?”

“Yes!” she cries, and I know right now I could get her to agree to anything.

“Yes what?” My fingers curl in that perfect rhythm that I know will send her over the edge.

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.” I press my lips to hers just as she cries out.

Her climax is hard and fast, but I don't give her a moment of rest. “Roll over and get on your knees.”

She’s slow to do as I ask, and I smack her on the ass sharply as she does it. She lets out a little squeak, but I pull her to the edge of the bed so her ass is up, and I stand behind her.

“You’re not working tonight.” I state it as a fact as I get down on my knees and bury my face against her. My tongue goes from her clit to her ass in one long swipe, and then I lick inside her pussy. She pushes against my face, already wanting to cum again, and I growl as I eat her. I suck on her lips and finger her as she gets closer to the edge. When she’s getting close, I slide a finger in her ass, and she cries out at the pressure. “So fucking tight.”

She cums against my tongue, but I don’t stop. Not until she’s gone o three more times, and her legs are shaking so hard that I’m having to hold her up.

“Reese,” she begs as a sheen of sweat covers her body, and she grips the sheets.

“You’re going to tell me everything, do you understand me, Heidi?”

“Yes, sir.” Her voice is barely above a whisper as I lower her back down onto the bed.

Standing up, I stare down at her in a soft heap on the mattress, and all I want to do is fuck her. I want to lose myself in her warmth and claim her as mine, but I can’t do that yet. I want everything from her, but mostly I want the truth, and I need to know why she’s working at this club to begin with. Is she running from something? Or someone?

“I have to go to work, but you’re going to take care of this before I do.” I unbuckle my belt and then unzip my pants, letting my cock spring free. Climbing on top of her, I push

my cock against the soft swells of her ass and lean down to kiss her neck. “I’m gonna smell your sweet cunt on me all day.”

My cock is tight as I hump against her ass. It doesn’t take me long before I’m dripping onto her lower back and grunting with every stroke. All too soon, I lose control, and my cum spurts out onto her soft skin. I stare down at the mess I’ve made, and instead of wiping it away, I smear it into her. There’s some animal instinct in me to coat her in my scent, and I give over to that base need.

I might be a virgin, but I know exactly what I want, and it’s Heidi. I want her, her body, and her submission.

“I’ll be home in a couple of hours, and I want you exactly like this.”

Standing up, I stu my still-hard cock back in my slacks and do my best to straighten my clothes. She rolls over and looks up at me with desire in her eyes, but then she slowly kills me as she spreads her legs.

“Goddamn it.” I check my watch. “I'm already late.”

“Sorry.” She doesn’t look sorry at all as she puts her legs together and then slides under the blanket.

“Mae is here and she can get you anything you want.”

Leaning down, I kiss her once more and then look hard into her eyes. “I mean it, Heidi. I want you right here waiting for me.”

She nods without saying a word, and as I leave, something in the back of my mind tells me she didn’t actually agree.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN HEIDI

Rolling over, I subconsciously try to reach for Reese, but I let out a small scream when I start to slip o the small bed.

Luckily, I catch myself before I faceplant on the floor, but the fear jolts me wide awake.

Blinking awake, I glance around the room, and memories of this morning come rushing back to me. Reese might not have taken my virginity, but my body still bears a few delicious aches. He left for work but not before demanding I stay naked in his bed. He also demanded that I don’t go to my job tonight, but I’m not so sure about that one.

“Oh my gosh.” I jump from the bed as I realize that I’ve got to get to class.

I grab the blanket and wrap it around my naked body as I head back to the other room. I have no clue what time it is, and when I find my phone, I see it’s almost dead. I’m not late yet, but I need to get a move on.

I plug in my phone, and I’m happy to see the power is on.

I order a ride to my location but leave a note to wait at the

main gate. I have no clue how to let them in. As quickly as I can, I throw some clothes on because I’ve got no time for a shower. I still smell like Reese and his bed, and I can’t say I hate it.

My thighs are sore from being spread open so much. I still can’t believe what happened last night. Reese has some kind of switch he flips on and then turns into this possessive, filthy man. Then there is another side of him that is nurturing me and trying to do the right thing. I think he sees me as a lost, lonely girl, and I suppose I am. Somehow all of that calls to me, and I can’t seem to shake this feeling that I’m meant to be in his arms.

“Heidi,” Mae calls, surprising me as I rush down the stairs.

“I have classes,” I tell her. “Sorry.” I hate being rude, but I don't want to be late. This is my second day, and I have a whole new set of classes I haven't been to yet. I already have one teacher on my ass as it is.

“Mr. Davis said you were to stay home today.”

“I don’t work for him.” I glance over my shoulder back to her, and she gives me a warm smile. Thankfully she doesn’t try to stop me and only tells me to have a good day.

I think about what Reese said this morning and how his words turned me inside out. He’s trying to buy me, and as much as I hate it, what he did to my body lit everything inside of me on fire. What does he want to pay me for? To keep me in his home or in his bed? I’m not really sure, but I don’t hate either of those ideas.

Luckily when I get to the outside gate, I see my ride already there. “Can you open this?” I ask the man standing

at the security gate.

“Where did you come from?” He steps out of the small building and eyes me with suspicion. I can’t blame him. I clearly don’t belong here in my worn sneakers, jean shorts, and hoodie.

“Reese Davis,” I respond. “I really have to go. My ride is waiting.” I point to the car idling outside the gate. They can’t keep me in here, can they? Before the man can reply, the gates start to swing open as a sports car pulls through to leave.

I take the opportunity and run toward my ride waiting for me. When I open the door to get in, the fancy sports car drives by. My heart drops when my eyes connect with my father’s. Our gazes stay locked until he passes me by. I can’t remember the last time I saw him, but it’s been years. I’d gone to his work to try and talk to him, but that hadn’t gone too well for me. My mom had been livid, and I found out later it broke some deal they had worked out.

“Ma’am?” The driver snags my attention.

“Sorry.” I get in the car and let my thoughts drift as I make my way to school.

Throughout all of my classes today, so many questions fill my head, making it hard to concentrate. Just when I start to think I’m getting a hold of my life, it begins to slip through my fingers. So many things are unstable and unanswered.

After my last class, I make my way across campus towards Reese’s o ce. As much as I tell myself it’s a terrible idea to go in there, I can’t help it. I’d be lying if I said I don’t feel this pull toward him. It happened last night when I got

scared and then again while I was half asleep. I subconsciously seek him out, and I can’t figure out why.

I’m sure if anyone finds out about the two of us we’ll be in trouble. That’s one of many things we’ve yet to discuss.

This is all-around bad for the both of us, and we know it. Not to mention Reese thinks I’m some sexy, wanton woman working at a strip club. There couldn’t be anything further from the truth.

He must be used to women with experience. He knows exactly what he’s doing, and he can please my body better than I can. Jealousy starts to push its way into my heart, and I hate it. My mother was always a jealous person, but it was more over objects than people. I’m realizing that I’m doing exactly what she did—using my body to get what I need.

The big di erence is, Reese seems to get a bit jealous too.

From what I found out from my mother, my father didn’t want anything to do with her until she trapped him. Reese keeps making me say I belong to him while he stakes his claim. He reiterates that he’s the only one who gets to touch me. It has to be the reason he doesn’t want me working at the club. From the way my stomach gets upset thinking about him with someone else, I can understand how he feels.

Heck, I hated hearing those girls talk about him in class the other day. But maybe it’s di erent for Reese. Men don’t want to share but won’t o er the same courtesy to their partner. For all I know, this is a fling and I’m disposable. I’m sure if the university found out about Reese and me, they would kick me out. I’d lose all the money I’ve spent paying for this semester and be left with nothing.

When I swing by Reese’s classroom first, I see it’s empty.

I debate going to his o ce next or going to work. If I live with Reese I won’t have to worry about rent and a few other expenses. Maybe I could get a job at a co ee shop since my bills would be significantly less, but then I wonder if he would be okay with that. I don’t love working at Heaven’s Door, but it pays so well.

Taking out my phone to check the time, I see it’s almost completely dead now. I take the stairs toward his o ce and pull to a stop when I see a line outside the door. There are four girls waiting in line outside his o ce, and all of them are dressed up with hair and makeup done. You’d think this was a casting call for models instead of o ce hours at a university.

“Is the wait long?” I ask the blonde in the short skirt at the front of the line.

“He’s been in there with Professor Sparks for a while,” she answers, rolling her eyes dramatically.

“You think they’re together?” another girl asks, making a sour face.

“I don’t see any wedding rings, so it doesn't matter,” the blonde responds with a smirk. “I made sure I looked extra cute today. I’ll wait as long as it takes.”

Now it’s me that rolls my eyes. I relish the fact that I had Reese all to myself first thing this morning. It was me he demanded to be there when he returned home. That’s gotta mean something. Right?

Still there’s a huge part of me that can’t help but be annoyed as I turn and leave. I’ve made up my mind to go to work. If he has a problem with it, he can come and find me.

I’m sure Mae and the security gate guard already told him I left the house. If he wants to talk to me, he knows where to look.

I kind of thought he might pop up after one of my classes.

I kept an eye out for him, but never saw him once. I had this little fantasy of him tracking me down and pulling me into his o ce for a spanking because I’d gone against what he’d told me to do.

Even irritated, my body starts to respond to the thoughts as I make my escape. I wonder if he’s going to track me down. One thing is for sure: Reese always gets what he wants, and right now he wants me.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN REESE

“Stop the car!” I yell at my driver, and the SUV comes to an abrupt halt outside Heaven’s Door.

I’m mad as fuck as I get out and slam the door shut. I should have tied her to the fucking bed when I left like I wanted to.

Professor Sparks had taken up entirely too long, and when I finally got her out of my o ce there was a line of students waiting to see me. Thankfully, only two of them were actually in my class and each of those students had real questions.

The other ones were only there to flirt, and it annoyed the shit out of me. It was a waste of my time and theirs, so I might have dismissed them in a not-so-gracious way. I didn’t give a fuck, because I couldn’t get a hold of Heidi. I’d tried to call her no less than a dozen times, but it kept going straight to voicemail. Either her phone died, or she turned it o to purposely ignore me.

When I called the house, Mae informed me that she’d left for class and hadn’t been home since. I checked in on her after her first two classes, arriving late for my own lecture. I

made sure she didn’t see me, but I was desperate for just one peek at her.

THEN I GOT angry at how distracted she made me, but I couldn't stop myself. I’ve become obsessed like nothing else before, and I have to have her. I have to be near her. My actions may make me seem crazy, but at this point I’m already all in. What’s a little crazy on top of it?

At the front entrance of the club, the bouncer holds his arm out to stop me. There’s a line of people around the building, and I wonder who the fuck comes to a strip club on a Tuesday night. Then I see the sign ahead that says “Amateur Night” that states college IDs get half o drinks.

Double fuck.

“I can’t let you in,” the bouncer says, shaking his head.

“Look, I’m going inside, so right now it’s a matter of negotiating the price of admission. How much is it going to take to get in that door?”

He looks at me and then sighs as he looks over his shoulder and then around the entrance. “Fine, but tell them you snuck in the back.” He holds out his hand palm up, and I set a stack of cash in it.

“Don’t worry. I don’t plan on staying,” I say as I walk straight inside and toward the VIP area.

What if she’s on the stage? My hackles rise at every horny college kid in this room seeing all of her. I’m going to go insane if I don’t find her soon.

Nobody stops me as I go toward the back and then begin to scan the bar. When I spot her leaning against the back

wall with an empty tray in her hands, I make a beeline for her. I feel like a bull in an arena and she’s wearing red. My muscles tense as I finally see what she’s got on, and I grind my teeth.

She’s standing there in hot pink fishnets and what looks like a white bikini top and a white skirt that’s no bigger than a Band-Aid. I can see the triangle of her hot pink panties peeking out from under her skirt, and I’m hard and mad all at the same time.

She’s looking toward the stage as I approach, so she doesn’t see me until I’m right up on her.

“Reese,” she says, but the music is so loud it doesn’t make a sound.

Without thinking, I grab her by the arms and pull her into the dark hallway just next to where she’s standing. The music is a little less loud here, but not by much.

“What did I tell you?” I plant my palms against the wall on either side of her, like I’m an animal with my prey.

“You were busy.” She raises her chin in defiance, and goddamn, it makes my cock get bigger.

I know if I put my hands on her right now it will be game over, and I don’t want to fuck her for the first time in a strip club.

“You came by my o ce?” I narrow my eyes, and she nods as she looks away. My breathing is still heavy, like I’ve run a marathon, but I can’t calm down. “Keep your eyes on me,” I snap and quickly lock her eyes on mine. “Care to explain what’s around your thigh?” My molars grind together so hard I don’t know how I still have teeth.

Even in the dim light, I can see the blush across her cheek. “That’s where they told me to put the tips.”

Slowly I look down at her body, eating up every inch of her skin with my eyes. Then I stop when I see the garter belt filled with money around her upper thigh.

“Did you let people touch you when they put their money in it?” I know I sound angry, but it’s because I am. The thought of someone else touching what’s mine makes me furious.

“No,” she answers quickly and shakes her head. “It’s just the tips people leave for their drinks, but Sadie told me it would look better if I put the cash on my leg and might get people to tip more.”

I nod my head as I push o from the wall and then slowly kneel down in front of her.

“Reese, what are you doing?!” She tries to pull at my suit to get me o the floor while she looks around to make sure no one is watching.

“If you think I’m going to let another man give you money, you’re fucking mistaken.” I yank down her garter belt, and all the cash goes crumpling to the floor. It’s there in a small pile as I slide it back up, taking my time to touch her leg as I do it. I fit it up high, close to her pussy and I let the back of my knuckles graze across the hot pink triangle that covers it.

While I’m still kneeling, I keep my eyes on hers as I take a roll of cash out of my pocket and start peeling o hundreddollar bills.

“Reese.” She says my name like she can’t believe what I’m doing.

“I told you, you’re mine, Heidi.” I tuck one of the bills into the front of the garter belt, then another. “And I’ll pay for it if that's what it takes.” I keep going, tucking in one after another all the way around. “How much is it going to take?”

She swallows hard when her belt is full of hundreds and I push up her skirt. Her hot pink panties have a small string that goes all the way around, and I start tucking money into it.

“How much to eat your pussy right here, Heidi?”

Her mouth falls open, and she quickly glances around again. “You can’t do that here.”

“My money says I can do whatever the fuck I want,” I growl as I push more hundreds down the front of her panties. “How much?”

She licks her lips and then swallows before she answers me. “All of it.”

Taking her by the wrist, I hold her hand out, then slap the stack of money into it. She squeezes her fingers around it as I reach down and pull her panties to the side.

“It’s a deal,” I say right before my tongue slides between the lips of her cunt.

She’s just as fucking sweet as she was last night, but this time I’m not doing this to get her o . I’m doing this to claim what I want. She’s mine now, bought and paid for, and if I want to eat her pussy in the middle of Times Square, I’ll fucking do it.

“Reese!” she cries out when I suck on her clit and then dart my tongue over it quickly.

She must be as turned on as I am, because all too quickly she’s cumming, and I have to hold her against the wall to keep her from falling to the floor. Once I’ve licked up the last of her release, I put her panties back into place and yank down the scrap of skirt that’s doing nothing to cover it.

When I stand up, I take her chin in my hand and lean down so we’re eye to eye. “Are we done with this shit now?”

I lick my lips, needing to taste her again. “Because I’m ready to take you home and fuck you into next week.”

Her nod of agreement is enough, and I crush my mouth against hers. The kiss is claiming, just like when I ate her pussy, and I intend to own every inch of her.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN HEIDI

Reese pulls his suit jacket o and drapes it over my shoulders. “We’re leaving.” He wraps his fingers around my wrist, but when he tugs on it, I pull back. He makes a grab for me, and I know he’s going to try and pick me up. I wiggle away the best I can.

“My stu . I need it.” He takes a slow controlled breath.

“Where?”

When I point to the dressing room, he keeps me close as he leads me toward it. A few of the girls glance our way as we go. I can’t help but peek over at Reese to see if he’s looking at them, but he’s not. His attention is straight, making sure no one gets close to me. He’s so protective, and warmth blooms inside of me when I realize it.

“Wait out here?” I ask when I pull on his arm to stop him.

I don’t want him to enter the dressing room because sometimes the girls are naked. Not that they don’t get naked on stage or would even care, but I do. I don’t want him seeing anyone but me that way. I hadn't thought much about

that before now. If I had, I might not have even come into work knowing he’d be tracking me down.

“You’re not leaving my sight.” He lets my wrist go but only to wrap his arm around my waist. He pulls me flush against him, and I stare up into his eyes. They are almost wild as his hard cock presses into my stomach.

“I’m not going to run,” I try to reassure him.

Sadie steps through the door and pauses when she sees us there. She lifts her brow and shakes her head. “Him again?”

“I’m sorry, Sadie. I—” “She’s quitting,” Reese finishes for me. Sadie smirks and then lets out a small laugh.

“I didn’t think you’d last long before someone snatched you up, but know this, honey, you can come back anytime.”

She winks at me, and Reese growls. “Don’t give her a reason to come back. That’s on you, handsome,” she tells Reese before she strolls o .

“I’ll buy this place and burn it down,” he warns me, and I burst into laughter. His face is so serious. I have no doubt he means every word he says. “Get your shit.” His hand comes down onto my ass, making me squeal.

Pulling open the door, I peek inside and see that no one is naked, so I let him follow me in. Only two girls are back ,here and both are dressed for the most part. He hovers close as I rush over to my locker and grab my stu .

I start to change, but Reese stops me. “These aren’t my clothes,” I explain.

“You’re not getting naked in here.”

“Even in front of other girls?” I laugh, but he doesn’t.

“I’ll have someone bring them back,” he grits out. As silly as it is, I can’t help but enjoy the fact that he’s this possessive of me. This infatuation he has is addictive, and I pray it lasts.

“Okay,” I agree as he takes my bag from me.

“Dr. Davis?” one of the girls calls, and my stomach drops.

I think her name was Lacy, but I only met her tonight.

Reese flicks his gaze to her. “Not right now” is all he says to her before he grabs my hand and leads me out of the back door. When we get outside, there is an SUV waiting for us. He pulls the door open and lifts me inside. “Home,” he orders the driver.

“Was that a student?” I whisper, wringing my hands together. Then another thought occurs to me. “Was it an ex?” I’m not sure which would be worse.

“I didn’t recognize her, to be honest.”

“So a student then.” He shrugs. “I’m guessing your past girlfriends don’t call you doctor,” I say dryly.

“No.” He places his hand on top of mine to pry them apart so I stop worrying them together. “I don’t have exgirlfriends.”

“Do you have any ex-wives?” This man knows me in the most intimate ways, but the reality is I don’t know much about him.

“No exes.” His answer only further confuses me. My heart starts to race as a rush of panic at what this might be starts to overwhelm me.

“You only do flings or something?” I pull at my hand, but he doesn’t let me go.

“No flings.” He sighs as he grabs me and pulls me into his lap. “Why do you keep pulling away from me? It’s driving me insane.”

“You scare me,” I admit. “I don’t want to be a fling or whatever it is that’s happening here.”

“You scare the hell out of me too, Heidi.” He grips my hips under his suit jacket I still have on. “I don’t have flings, exes, or anything else for that matter. There is only you. I promise you that.”

“I don’t understand.” I want to so badly.

“Before now I thought I’d always been too busy to date or whatever you want to call it. My career came first. Then I saw you.” Is he saying what I think he’s saying? He must see the skepticism on my face. “I have no reason to lie to you. You’re mine whether I’ve been with a million people before now or none. That’s not changing.”

“I believe you.” He’s right. He doesn't have a reason to lie to me. “You seem so experienced.”

His grip tightens on me at my statement. “Are you comparing me to people you’ve been with in the past?”

“No!” I rush to say. The raw anger and jealousy on his face has my nipples tightening. I want to be owned and dominated only by him. I want him to make me belong to him.

“I haven’t felt this before, but I’m so fucking jealous when it comes to you, Heidi.” There is a warning in his words.

“Me too,” I admit. “I kind of love that you get so worked up over me, but you don’t need to.” I lean forward. “I’ve

never been with anyone before. That’s why I’m so tight,” I whisper to him.

“Heidi,” he groans, and I press my sex down on his cock, rocking my hips. “Not here.” He stops me from trying to dry-hump him in the back of the SUV. I’d completely forgotten about the driver. I forget about a lot of things when Reese is touching me.

“What if people find out about us? You’re my teacher.”

This time it’s my grip that tightens on him. I’m so close to having him that I don’t want something to take it away from me.

“When I told you that you're mine, that means I take care of you. You don’t need to worry about anything.”

“But I worry about you. This is your career. One that you said seconds ago has always had all of your attention. I don’t want to ruin that for you.”

“You’ve already ruined me.” His fingers sink into my hair, and he tugs on it, exposing my neck. His mouth goes there, and I feel his teeth against me.

“Reese,” I moan.

“How much money for more?” I close my eyes tightly, and a rush of heat floods through me. I want to rock against him, but I don’t want to get in trouble either. Then he might stop what his mouth is doing.

“What do you want?” I ask, playing into this dirty fantasy of ours. I don’t really want his money. I only want him, but if he wants to pretend, so can I. “All of you.” His teeth sink into my neck and I open my mouth to moan but his hand mu es the sound. “Shh,” he whispers against my ear. “We’re almost home.”

He keeps running his mouth up and down my neck, slowly driving me insane. When the SUV finally pulls up to the house, I’m dying. Reese has us inside and in his bedroom in record time. He sets me on my feet at the end of the bed, pushing the jacket o me. When it pools at my feet, he takes a step back and jerks at his tie.

“Take it all o ,” he orders roughly.

He watches me strip out of the few scraps of clothes I have on while he removes his own shirt. He goes for his belt next, and after he yanks it o , it hits the floor with a loud thunk.

Without a single thought to what I’m doing, I fall to my knees in front of him.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN REESE

“If you get on your knees like that you better be prepared to follow through,” I say, taking a step toward her.

“Okay.” She glances down at the front of my slacks, at the bulge that is unmistakable. I watch as she licks her lips, and I clench my teeth.

“I’ve never wanted anything so badly in my whole fucking life.” My hands are more gentle than my words as I reach down and brush her hair away from her face. “If you suck my cock, I won’t be able to hold back.”

“I don’t want you to.” She reaches for the button of my pants and then quickly pushes them to the floor. My boxer briefs are the only thing separating her mouth from my cock, and I groan when she dips her hands inside of them to pull me out.

My cock is heavy between us, and it takes both her hands to hold me. “Heidi,” I whisper before she eagerly opens her mouth and wraps it around the tip. “Fuck!”

It’s almost impossible to keep my eyes from rolling to the back of my head, but I don’t want to miss a moment of this.

Her fingers wrap around the base, and she squeezes as she

tries to swallow more of me. The feel of her hot, soft mouth sucking my cock like a baby bottle has cum dripping from me. When she drinks it down, I groan, and my knees become weak.

“You’ve never done this before?” I ask, and she nods, not removing her mouth from my dick. “Goddamn, baby girl, you suck cock so good.” She moans as she takes more, and my shaft gets bigger, swelling with pride and cum. “Look at how well you’re doing, taking so much of me.” I hold her hair back until it’s tight around my fist. “Take a little more.

You can do it.”

My thighs tense as I watch her close her eyes and concentrate. One hand falls away, and I watch as it goes between her legs.

“Are you rubbing that pretty pussy while you suck me?” I tighten my fist, and when her eyes pop open, she looks right up at me, her mouth still stu ed full. Even standing over her, I can see the blush bloom across her cheek. “Let me taste it.”

She whimpers as she sucks and then lifts the hand that was between her legs up to my mouth. Now it’s my turn to suck her as I lick the sweet juice of her cunt o her fingers.

There’s a whimpering sound in the back of her throat that vibrates my cock, and I groan right back.

“Do you want to swallow me?” I put her hands back on my cock as I grab her hair with both hands. “Or do you want it on your tits?”

She hesitates for a second before she pulls her mouth o of me and then licks her lips. “Both?”

All I can do is growl as I move her back on my cock and thrust gently into her mouth. “You’re going to break me in

half, baby.”

She circles her tongue around the tip before taking me all the way to the back of her throat. I’m so far gone that with just a few thrusts into her hot mouth, I’m there.

“Swallow,” I warn her, and she nods.

I feel her suck the first few pumps of cum out of me, and it’s like she’s taking my soul from my body. I cry out, and my knees almost buckle, but I manage to stay upright. Before she can take too much, I pull out of her mouth with a loud pop, then jack my cock as I point it toward her chest. She watches with wide eyes as I mark her tits and chest with the rest of my release. It shines even in the dim light, but fuck does it look good on her. A piece of my heart settles into place seeing my brand on her.

“Mine,” I grunt as the last of it drips onto her, and then I pull her o the floor.

She lets out a whimper just as my mouth lands on hers, and I lift her into my arms. Her legs instinctually go around my waist, my hard cock nestled right against her pussy. She rubs up against it eagerly as I carry her to the bed, and I hold her there for a moment more, letting her slick me up with her honey.

“You’re so fucking wet.”

“Don’t make me wait any longer,” she says before her tongue slides against mine. I can still taste a hint of me on her, and I fucking love it. Maybe that makes me a freak, but I’m so possessive I want every inch of her marked with me.

I’m too far gone to wait, so while I’m still standing and holding her in my arms, I move my cock to her opening and then kiss her once more as I let her fall down all the way

onto it. She cries out against my mouth, but I hold her steady even as she tries to get o .

“Goddamn,” I groan at the feel of her tight cunt around me.

“It’s too big,” she whines and tries to wiggle o of my cock.

“Just wait, breathe, baby.” I hold her hips with both hands and keep kissing her gently. “You can do this, oh fuck, do this for me, baby.” My cock throbs, and I look at her to see her eyes are closed. “You’re doing so well.” When I glance down to where we’re joined, her hips move, and she whines. “Look at how perfectly you fit around me. Go on, look at it.”

I watch her as she does what I say, and after a moment she begins to relax.

“See how pretty you are on my cock. So tight and sweet.”

I kiss her forehead gently. “What a good girl you are for saving it just for me.”

When she looks up into my eyes, I kiss her again, this time more slowly than before. With her still snug on my dick, I walk us the rest of the way to the bed and lay her down on it. When her back hits the bed, I pull out just a little, then begin to rock back into her.

“That better?” I ask, and she nods as she swallows.

“Yes, do it again.”

I pull out a little more this time, and when I thrust back inside, she lets her thighs open a little more for me. Before I know it, I’m rocking in and out in full thrusts and holding her hips down so she can’t take it from me. I know that she wouldn’t actually try and get up right now, but the animal

inside of me is afraid she’s going to get away before I can cum in her.

Her pussy clenches when I rub against her clit, and her moans get louder. With a few more strokes against that perfect spot, I feel her clamp down and her body tense. She cries out my name as her body gives over to the pleasure, and I keep my eyes on her as I thrust through her orgasm. I wait until I’ve wrung out the last of her release before I allow myself to have my own.

When I can’t hold back any longer, I thrust as deep as I can go, and then my cock begins to pump inside of her. Her eyes widen when my release begins to fill her, but it’s too late to stop.

“I can feel it,” she whispers, like she can’t believe it, and then her pussy clenches around me once more.

“Heidi,” I groan as more cum is pulled from me and I nearly collapse on top of her.

All I can do is kiss her and touch every inch of bare skin I can reach. My mind is gone, my body is spent, but my cock is still hard and demanding.

“Can we do that again?” she asks, and I lean up to look into her eyes. She’s smiling at me, and I smile back, loving how eager and excited she is.

“Already way ahead of you,” I say as I pull out just a little, then thrust back in.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN HEIDI

“I’ll send a car for you or you can ride in with me,” Reese says as he brings another bite of flu y pancakes to my lips. I open my mouth and take the yumminess into my mouth. His cock jerks under my ass when a moan comes from me. I wiggle and grin because our bodies can’t get enough of each other. It doesn’t matter how many times we go at it, we’re both always ready for more.

“You two are adorable,” Mae says as she wipes down the kitchen counter. She has a giant smile on her face while she does it.

“I can help clean.” I try to get up from out of Reese’s lap, but he wraps his arm around my waist in a tight hold. He pulled me into it when we sat down at the kitchen island to have breakfast. He actually cooked it for us. Mae only got here a few minutes ago.

“Are you trying to steal my job?”

“No!” I squeak.

“I’m teasing you, honey.” She winks at me.

“Your job is to keep your ass in my lap,” Reese whispers into my ear before kissing me below it. Heat pools between my legs at the touch. I know he wasn't saying anything about money, but it does seem to be a kink we’re both into.

“I’m not sure it’s a good idea if we ride in together.” I have no problem going in a bit early for school. I’m always down to hang in the library while I wait for my first class.

I’m just worried someone would spot us together. The girls on campus take notice of him. “I don’t want you getting in trouble.”

“I told you, I’ll deal with all that. But if you don’t want to, I'll have my driver take you. You don’t need to roam around campus alone for an hour.”

There is no missing the jealousy in his eyes. I truly think he believes someone is going to snatch me up. Probably because he all but kidnapped me himself. Before him, I barely noticed other guys. He’s the one that girls fall all over.

Not that I can blame them.

“I know how to get a ride to campus.”

“You’ll use my driver. It’s not up for debate.” He gives me a stern look, and I lick my lips, wondering if I should fight him on this one. “It will make me feel better. It’s my job to take care of you. Let me.”

“Okay,” I agree, melting at his words. Anytime he mentions wanting to take care of me I fall a bit more in love with him. Which is both scary and exciting. If love is what I’m feeling, it isn’t something I’m used to.

“You have English Lit first with Professor Warlo?”

“Yeah. You stalking me or something?”

“Yes,” he says with no shame before he kisses me. “You don’t have a major picked or it hasn't been updated.”

“I don’t know what I want to do yet.” I shrug before picking up my milk and taking a sip. Reese’s life is all together and stable. I worry he’s going to figure out I’m a bit of a mess. One that he doesn't want to deal with. “I thought I would do the basics and something might come to me.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that.”

I turn my head to face him. He always says what I need to hear. “I’ve been a bit lost,” I admit.

“You’re not lost anymore,” he says before he kisses me again.

He’s right. I want to cling to him and never let go, but I know not all relationships work out, and we’re still so new.

He’ll probably think I’m crazy if I admit I’m pretty sure I am in love with him already.

He finishes feeding me breakfast before taking me upstairs to soak in the tub. I try for a quickie, but all he does is go down on me and make me get ready. He told me I need to rest my pussy, which was bossy and demanding. But since he has my best interests at heart, I didn’t mind so much.

I was a bit tender after last night because we couldn’t keep our hands o each other. He’d spent most of last night inside of me, and clearly we were both making up for our lack of sex before now. Reese made it clear with his sweet words he’d whispered into my ear that he had no regrets. He was right: It was worth the wait. It made what we have so much more special and gives me hope that this could be a forever thing for us. Even if I’m still young.

“Mae?” I come to a stop when I enter the closet with Reese’s robe wrapped around me. “What are you doing?”

“Helping unpack.” She’s got some of my clothes on hangers already as she moves some of Reese's clothes around.

“In here?” I worry my bottom lip between my teeth.

“Of course, in here.”

“Maybe I should talk to Reese. I mean—” She cuts me o . “I already spoke with him.” She holds up a flowy dress. “This is adorable. You should wear it today.”

She hands it to me, changing the subject. I grab a pair of flats that go with it and get dressed.

I know Reese put me in his room the first night, but I didn’t know it would be permanent. I can’t help but smile. I need to stop thinking that all of this could end at any second.

Reese is showing me what he wants for us, and that means more than any words he could give me. Okay, except maybe I love you.

I finish getting ready and grab my bag. My phone chimes with a text from Reese letting me know the driver is pulling up. The doorbell sounds a second later, and my heart drops when I open the front door and see my father standing there.

“Heidi.” I open and close my mouth, but no words come out. I can’t believe he’s here. “How much?” His face shows no emotion as he asks the question.

“How much?” I repeat, confused.

“Don’t play games with me. It didn’t work for your mother, it won’t work for you. How much for you to leave? A million?”

“A million?” What am I, a freaking parrot now? I can’t find a voice. Is this really happening right now?

“Fine. Fine, but I better never see your face in this state again.” He pulls a piece of paper out from the inside of his suit jacket and shoves it at me. I have no choice but to take it.

What a fucking asshole.

“Stay away from me,” I hiss as I step around him and run toward the SUV waiting in the driveaway. My father calls after me, but I ignore him.

“Everything okay?” the driver asks when I get in.

“Fine,” I lie. He looks at me in the rearview mirror. “I don’t want to be late.” He nods and pulls out. It’s not until we’re almost to campus that I finally look at the paper my father shoved at me. It’s a blank check with his signature already written out to me.

I shove it into my bag in disgust. He’s worried I’m going to mess up his perfect family or something. Fuck him. Reese is the closest thing to love I’ve ever had. There’s no price on that. I’m not my mother, and I’m not going anywhere. I might not have a clue what I want to do in my life, but I know I want to be with Reese.

I choose Reese. I always will.

I make it to my first class on time, and the day goes smoothly. Reese texts me a few times, but I hold o on telling him about my father, knowing it will be a better discussion to have in person and at home. It dawns on me that my father might try and go to Reese and convince him I’m every bit of my mother. That I’m only with him for money, and he should kick me out. Still, I know it will be better if I wait until we’re alone before I spill my past to him.

I have a small break before his class, so I go to the bathroom and remove my panties. I think today I’ll take a seat in the front row. All the other girls in class can drool over Reese all they want, but I’ll have all of his attention.

“Heidi Miller?” an older man in a tan suit asks before I can make it to Reese’s classroom.

“Yes.” “I'm Professor Clayton. I need you to come with me to the administrative building,” he says.

“I have class now. Can I come after?”

“No.” “Okay,” I agree. It’s clear I don’t have much of a choice.

The walk over to the building feels like it takes forever even though it’s only a few blocks. My heart drops when I see the girl named Lacy from Heaven’s Door.

“Sit here.” Professor Clayton points to an empty chair, and I drop down into it.

I know I will always choose Reese. Is he always going to choose me too?

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN REESE

There’s a knock on my o ce door, and I look up from my desk to see a man I don’t recognize. “Can I help you?”

Sometimes parents of students want to speak with me, but normally it’s done over email. As the man comes into my o ce, there’s a hint of recognition, but I can’t place it.

“You’re Reese Davis?” he asks, and I nod, standing from my desk.

“I am, and you are?”

“Walter Miller.”

It takes me a second to realize that’s why he looked so familiar. Heidi has his eyes. She hasn't said much about her family, but I know that she’s an only child, and once she turned eighteen her mom sent her on her way. I don’t know anything about her father, but seeing this man standing before me, it has to be who this is.

“We live in the same neighborhood. I’m number nineteen.” He adjusts the cu s on his shirt as he looks around my o ce.

“But that’s not why you’re here, is it?” There is no reason for this man that claims to live in my neighborhood, but is

clearly related to Heidi, to be in my o ce. “What is it I can do for you?”

“I’m here to o er a warning.” He seems annoyed. “One I wish I’d been given.”

“Let’s hear it then, so you can be on your way.” I might not know much about Heidi’s dad, but she was kicked out and living in that rat motel all alone. Anyone that would put her in that position is a piece of shit. Especially if he can a ord to live in my neighborhood.

“She’ll trap you.” He presses his lips together tightly when I don’t respond. “Her mother did it to me, and she’ll do it to you.”

Anger flares inside of me like an inferno, and I have the sudden urge to beat the shit out of this asshole. “Are you done now?” It takes everything inside of me to pretend to be ambivalent to him and not lunge at his face.

“I’ve got a family…and a reputation to maintain. She was a mistake, and when she turned eighteen, she was supposed to disappear.”

“I’m going to give you the chance to walk out of my o ce right this second. Because if you say one more word about Heidi, I’ll make sure you have to crawl through that door.”

Now he’s the one with anger in his eyes. Good.

“I’ve spent my life trying to keep that mistake—” “Call her a mistake one more fucking time!” I shout, and it echoes down the hallway. “I dare you.” My jaw clenches tight as I stay rooted to the spot. If I get close to him, I’ll rip his throat out.

He blanches and swallows hard. “Clearly you aren’t aware of the whole story.”

“I don’t need the whole story. I know that you have not been the father you should have been because no father, no matter what their child did, would treat them how you are now. I know that no decent parent would allow someone as sweet and kind and gentle as Heidi to end up in a rundown motel without a penny to her name having to resort to desperate measures so she could eat.”

He blinks at me, and then color rises to his cheeks. “She was provided for,” he says, but as he speaks the words, I can see the doubt cloud his face.

“You don’t know shit about her or her situation.” I take a step toward him, and the coward moves back. He bumps against my bookshelf as I get closer. “She is everything anyone would wish their daughter to be. She’s honest and brave and kind, obviously no thanks to you. She’s everything I’ve wished for come true, and I’m lucky enough that she lets me be in her life. I love her, and I’m going to do everything in my life to repair the damage you and her mother have done to her heart.”

There’s a gasp from the doorway of my o ce, and we both turn to see Heidi standing here watching us. Her mouth is open, but her eyes are red like she’s been crying.

Forgetting about her father cowering in the corner, I go to her and pull her into my arms.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” I look into her eyes, but she swallows and shakes her head.

“I’ll tell you in a second.” She moves to the side, trying to go around me to her father, and I let her. I won’t be the thing that stands between them even if I wish I could. “I don’t want this.”

She holds out a folded piece of paper to him, and he presses his lips into a thin line as he takes it from her. “I didn’t know she didn’t give you any of the money I sent. I—” He stops speaking and swallows hard like he has no idea what to say. “I just wanted to protect my family.”

Heidi nods and steps back as I pull her against my side. “I don’t want your money or anything to do with your family. I just want to live my life in peace.” She wraps her arm around my waist, and I feel complete in her warmth. “I don’t want anything to do with you or my mom ever again.”

“If you ever look her way again, I’ll make it so you don’t have the ability to see. Do we understand each other?” I raise an eyebrow, and he nods, but I wait until he agrees out loud.

“Yes.” He keeps his eyes on me as he straightens and then adjusts his tie. “We’ve been wanting to move out of the neighborhood anyway.”

“I expect to see the sign in your yard by the end of the week.”

He nods sharply and then exits my o ce without a backwards glance. I wait until I hear his footsteps fade to turn and face Heidi.

“Why are you crying?” I hold her face in my hands as she gives me a watery smile.

“Did you mean what you said?” she sni es.

“Of course I did.” I blink at her in shock. “I love you, and I’ll do anything to protect you. Isn’t it obvious?”

“Oh my god, Reese.” She throws her arms around me, and I kiss her cheeks. “I love you too.”

“I know, baby.” My lips move across her jaw until they find hers, and the kiss is slow and sweet. It’s a long moment

before I pull back and look down at her once more. “Tell me why you were crying when you got here.”

“I’ve been put on suspension from the school.” When she says it, she tucks her chin so I can’t see her face. “One of the dancers from the club told on us for being there together, and they’ve suspended me from the university while they investigate. They’re probably going to fire you. I’m so sorry, Reese. So so sorry.”

All of it comes out in a rush, and I smile softly at her.

“Fuck them,” I say, and then her eyes snap up to mine. “I’ll quit. I only took this job as a favor. I don’t need the money or the work. If it comes down to you or them, I choose you.” I kiss her gently and then smile once more. “I’ll always choose you.”

“How did I get so lucky to find someone like you in a strip club?”

I can’t help but laugh as I shake my head. “Let’s go home.” Pulling her into my arms, I inhale her scent, and a weight I didn’t know was there is lifted o of me. She loves me, I love her, and we’re in this together.

Now I just have to figure out how to get the ring in my pocket on her finger before the night is over.

EPILOGUE HEIDI

A few years later I give my outfit one last look over before I grab a coat. Fall has quickly changed into winter, and I’m not the least bit mad about it. I’m excited for our first Christmas with our little ones. Getting excited for the holidays is new to me.

Before Reese, it was like any other day. Even when I was little I don’t remember my mother ever doing much.

“Don’t you rush home,” Mae says as she enters the bedroom with a baby monitor in her hand. “They’ll be tuckered out for a while, and there is more than enough breast milk stored away. You two enjoy some free time.” She wiggles her eyebrows at me.

My face flushes with heat. I think Mae knows I’ve been given the green light from the doctor. I’m open for business.

It’s hard going without sex for so long. Sure, you can do other things, but there is something about being taken by

your man that hits all the spots a wife needs from her husband.

“All right. No rushing.” I give Mae a kiss on the cheek before I head out. She’s become like a real mom to me. I love Reese’s mom and all, but Mae and I have a bond that’s di erent. I actually love all of Reese’s family. Even Tino.

The driver is already waiting for me when I leave the house. Reese has no idea of my little plan for today. It’s been a little over three years since we found each other. We’d never practiced safe sex, but I don’t think we’d been really trying to get knocked up either. We knew it would happen when it was right. It had taken a few years, which was nice.

As much as we both knew we wanted children one day, we wanted to enjoy each other too.

After I’d been kicked out of the university, I wasn’t upset like I would have thought. It’s hard to be anything but happy when you find the man of your dreams who wants to marry you and show you the world. I’d only been going to college because I thought it was what I should do.

We spent the next year of our lives traveling. You’ll never convince me I would have learned more in college than I did seeing the world for myself with Reese by my side.

Reese never intended to be a professor, so he hadn’t given a crap when he quit. They tried to talk him out of it. Even said they’d let me come back and change my classes around, but we said no. He does still get asked to do guest lectures at di erent universities. He has one today that I’m going to be dropping in on. I thought it would be a nice surprise.

I make sure I’m extra late before I enter. When I open the door to the class, everyone turns to look my way. Reese stops

speaking.

“Sorry. I overslept,” I lie.

“Your name?” Reese asks.

“Chastity.” His brows lift at my response. “Miller,” I add, knowing he hates when I’m called by my maiden name. My ass is really going to hurt for that one.

“Find a seat quickly,” he snaps at me.

I make my way toward the front of the classroom, dropping down in the first seat I find. Reese clears his throat and continues speaking to the rest of the class. I unbutton my coat, letting it slip o .

My buttoned-up white top is a bit snug. I pumped my breasts this morning, but they are once again about to explode. A few of the buttons strain to stay put. I probably should have grabbed another top, but it goes so well with the pleated skirt and Mary Janes.

“Dr. Davis,” someone calls when Reese goes quiet for a long moment.

I don’t have to look up to know what caught my husband's attention. I’m trying to focus on not wiggling in my seat. From the second I stepped into the classroom, my body started to heat. My panties are already soaked and sticking to my sex. He clears his throat before he begins once again.

“Are you new?” the boy next to me whispers. His eyes are all over me. He leans over closer. I swear he’s almost about to fall out of his chair. “I don’t remember you being in here.

I’m—” Reese’s hand slams down on the boy's desk.

“Get out.”

“What? I’m sorry. I—”

“I said out,” he growls. I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from smiling. The kid gets his crap together and rushes out of the room. “You stay after.”

“Yes, sir,” I respond.

I lick my lips, wondering how I’m going to make it through this whole lecture. The time drags. I let out a sigh when he finally dismisses the class. A few girls try to linger to get his attention, but he orders them out of the room. I watch as he closes the door and flicks the lock and pulls the window cover after the last one leaves.

“Up,” he orders, making his way back across the room toward me. I don’t move. “If you want to pass this class you’ll get your little ass up.” There is no missing the edge in his voice.

“I’m not worried about passing.” I smirk and come to my feet. “I think you know that’s not how this works, Professor Davis. This.” I reach down and pop the first straining button on my blouse. “Costs.”

I gasp when he grips the front of my shirt and rips. The buttons all go flying. “How much do tits like this cost?” He tugs on my bra. My breasts spill free. “These must cost extra.” He squeezes one of them. A drop of milk forms at the tip of my nipple. He brushes his thumb across it, bringing it to his mouth and licking it clean.

Oh god. I brace my hand on the desk so I don’t fall on my ass. I’m the one that’s supposed to be teasing him. “Name it and it’s yours.” His other hand slips up under my skirt, cupping my pussy. “You’re dripping from everywhere.”

“Reese,” I beg.

“I’ve got you.”

A whimper leaves me when his hand drops from my sex.

He reaches into the pocket of his slacks and pulls out a wad of cash. He holds it up to show it to me.

My husband clearly knew what I was up to all along.

“This cover it?”

“It’s a start,” I manage to get out.

“I want it all o but the shoes and skirt.” He grabs a chair and drops down into it, spreading his thighs. “Feed me your tits first then we’ll go to the bank for more. I’ve already had your virgin pussy. I can’t imagine what it will cost me now that it’s well trained.”

“Trained by the best.” I bend down and pull my panties o before unclipping my bra. It falls to the floor. I drop down into his lap, straddling him.

“Heidi,” he growls.

“You know what it costs.” I grind myself down on his cock.

“It’s all already yours. Everything I have and am belongs to you. Worth every damn penny,” he says before he claims my mouth and the rest of me.

I will always belong to Reese. He’s the only one that could ever a ord me. Because all it will ever cost is his heart.

Which I know will always be mine.

THE END!

COACH

BY ALEXA RILEY

Retiring from the NFL was the right decision, and at thirty years old, I've done things most people could only dream of.

After all I've accomplished, coaching high school football should be easy...but when you've got a distraction in the form of a nerdy girl with curves, things can get complicated.

She's a student, she's barely legal, and she's my best friend’s daughter.

I didn't know what desire was until Megan. I had no idea obsession could drive someone insane, until I saw her. I wasn't prepared for the fact that once I laid eyes on Megan my life would really begin.

I have to have her, no matter what the cost. I have to breed her and bind her to me so tightly she can't ever get away. She'll be mine, even if I have to take her.

Warning: this book is ridiculous, over the top, completely unbelievable, and pretty much just about breeding the heroine. If you're okay with that, welcome to my dirty, dirty book! Just remember, I warned you.

To everyone who just needs a little over-the-top smut from time to time. This breeding is for you *winks*

CHAPTER 1 CHRIS

She's asking for it and she knows it, I think to myself as I stare down at her barely legal pussy. She should know better than to taunt me, which is what she’s done all day.

The moonlight shines through her window, giving me a perfect view of her. Not that I need one. The image of her is branded into my brain, just like everything else about her.

She’s an obsession that seems to grow more and more every day.

Lying on her back, her legs are spread just enough to get a nice peek at the pussy into which I’m going to unload all my cum. My balls ache, they feel so full. Reaching down, I pull myself from the black gym shorts I've already leaked a little cum into, the head of my cock glistening. I grab my balls and give a little tug, but it does nothing to stop the ache. No, but her pussy will.

Why shouldn't it? She’s the reason for it. Since she came stumbling into my life a little more than four days ago she's been taunting me. Well, she’s about to learn what happens

when you taunt a man. I'm not one of those dipshit high school boys she's used to, the ones who probably do everything she asks in hopes of getting her into bed. I’ll take what I want from her, and she really needs to understand the di erence between a boy and a man.

Her chest rises and falls with soft breaths as she lies there sleeping, her big tits straining against her tee, her hard nipples trying to break free. She looks like a sexy innocent angel that was sent to bait a man’s will, and she has. She has no clue of the predator standing over her while she sleeps.

Maybe she thought she was safe from me because her parents are asleep down the hall in their own bed.

I’m on her before she can react, one hand over her mouth, the other around her throat. I can’t chance her parents catching me in the act if they hear her. Her legs spread wider for me, and I feel her pulse pick up in her throat, but she doesn’t try to scream. My cock is already rubbing against her pussy, the wetness turning me on even more. It takes me a moment to catch it, but I realize that it’s too wet to just be my cum leaking from my cock—something that seems to happen when she’s near me.

She’s wet. No, she’s fucking primed and ready for me. I tighten my grip around her throat a little more, and I growl in her ear, her soft blonde curls tickling my face, “You better have been dreaming about me.” The idea that she could’ve been thinking about someone else drives me fucking nuts. I didn’t know jealousy until she came into my life.

When I feel her nod in agreement, I release my hand around her throat and replace it with my mouth. The need to leave a mark on her rides me hard. She moans into my hand,

making me suck her harder. Yeah, that will definitely leave a mark. Look at me, like a fucking high school kid leaving a hickey, sneaking into her room at night. I’d never marked a woman in my life. I can’t wait to walk past her tomorrow and see it on display. Everyone will know she belongs to someone.

Using my free hand, I push her tee up to grab onto one of her tits. I didn’t know an eighteen-year old could have tits as big as hers, but the proof is in my hand. I knead and pull on one, making the nipple even harder. Her legs spread wider for me, begging me to take her.

I should make sure she's completely ready to take me, eat her sweet cunt until her juices cover my face, but I can't. I have no control left. It all left the second her phone rang after dinner tonight while we were cleaning up the dishes.

Her parents were still in the room so I couldn't react. I had to stand there and listen to her take a call from the high school quarterback, Croy, and agree to go to the Homecoming dance with him because, as she put it, “No, I'm not going with anyone already. I don't have anyone in my life right now.” I knew the last part was just for me. She stood there with a smirk on her face, one of her perfect little dimples showing, but her eyes were pissed. They had been for the past three days.

It's like my cock knows where it belongs. Slipping through her pussy lips as it slides right home, thrusting to the hilt and her tight little pussy clenching around my dick. I close my eyes, trying to get myself under control, but she pushed me too far. I’m afraid I’ll fuck her so hard she won’t be able to walk tomorrow.

I look down into her eyes. Not even a trace of fear. Here I am, looming over her in the middle of the night, and I think I just played right into her hands. Not that I can blame her. I had pushed her away, but I think she thought I meant pushing her away for good. I hadn’t. No, I was just trying to get my head back on straight, figure out how I was going to get us out of this mess we’d made before it crashed down all around us.

“You’re mine. Have been from the moment I laid eyes on you, since I sank into you Saturday night, took your cherry and claimed you. Do you understand me?”

She nods her head again, removing my hand from her mouth. I don’t give her the opportunity to speak because I know questions will pour from her mouth. I still don’t know what’s happening, or what is going to happen. All I know is that she is mine. I take her mouth with mine. Slow and sweet, letting her know this is more than just getting o , that I’ve missed her, and that she has driven me to the edge.

She soon takes over, thrusting her tongue into my mouth, clinging to me like she never wants to let go.

I feel her trying to move her hips, wanting me to move with her. I’m barely hanging on to my control, and it doesn’t help when she comes at me like she’s starved. I release her mouth and flip us over, but before she can protest, I plunge my cock inside her.

“Ride me. Show me how much you want me.” I’ve never sought out a woman’s attentions before. I didn’t have to, and I never craved the need to know one wanted me, but with her I need it. I love seeing how much she wants me. It’s like an addiction. I feel like a puppy begging for a scrap.

Her hand lands on my chest, and she stares down at me wide-eyed, probably because she’s never done this. The first and only time we’d ever had sex, when I took her cherry, I was on top, the one in control. Now I’m giving it to her. Not that she really has it. I grip her wide hips, my fingers digging into her soft skin, and I move her. I love that she has no idea what she’s doing. Who knew that could be such a fucking turn on? I’ll teach her everything she’ll know about sex.

It doesn’t take her long to see how I want her to move.

She slides back and forth on my cock, her juices coating me more. She looks like a goddess on top of me. Her hips sway, her tits softly bouncing, her nipples hard and begging for my attention, her head thrown back, her curly blonde hair so long it brushes my balls as she rides me.

Releasing one of her hips, I slide my fingers between her pussy lips, finding her hard little clit. Her body jerks in response, her juices covering me, making me wish I’d had the control to have eaten her cunt before I took her. I could have her taste on my mouth right now.

“Tell me you're mine. No one else touches you.” I need her to reassure me after the little stunt she pulled tonight.

She responds instantly. “I’m yours, only yours.”

I strum her clit a little faster, her words almost sending me over the edge. I need her to cum, for her to milk my release out of me.

“Then cum for me. Work all that cum out of my cock.

Take me deep inside you,” I grunt. I marked her neck, now I want to make that same mark inside her; cover the walls of her pussy with me.

I feel her pussy tighten, and I know she is going to go o .

I rise and pull her to me, catching her mouth with mine, swallowing the sounds of her orgasm. Her body jerks against me as I cum hard, deep inside her. Just when I think I’ve emptied all I can into her, my cock jerks again, releasing a little more inside her.

She collapses onto my chest, and I wrap my arms around her. “I missed you so much,” she says so quietly I almost don’t hear her. I’m not even sure she knows she said it. Her breaths grow deeper, and I know she has fallen fast asleep.

I’d thought I could just touch her a little, give her what she wanted, but not fully take her. I was fucking shocked that first night when I’d gotten her sweet pussy underneath me, only to realize it was untouched. It wasn’t bad enough I was fucking my friend’s barely legal daughter in his own house while he was sleeping down the hall, but I was also taking her cherry.

I should have walked away, but it was too late. I’d already tasted her, and nothing would have stopped me from seeing her virgin blood coat my cock as I pumped in and out of her, filled her with my cum until it dripped down her ass and covered my sheets—sheets I stripped from my bed afterwards and kept.

I was past the point of no return, and I don’t know why I ever tried to fight it. I’ll never forget the day she walked into my life and flipped it upside down.

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