His Little Secret by Aubree Valentine

Chapter One

Keegan

I shouldn’t be doing this.

We shouldn’t be doing this.

Being here with Brooke…feeling her tight little cunt squeeze my dick while I fuck her – it’s all wrong. So goddamn wrong.

But how can something so wrong feel so fucking right?

I only wish I could blame it on the fact that I’ve been dealing with a bit of a dry spell but, all it took was one kiss…one forbidden, off-limits, yet totally mind-blowing kiss and I found myself hooked on her. I knew the minute her lips touched mine that I couldn’t push her away. I couldn’t stop the attraction and infatuation that sparked between us.

At least I had enough sense to move whatever this is, off-campus and back to my apartment where I feel more in control, and discrete.

The minute we walked into my apartment though, I was on her. My lips pressed to her while we fumbled to rid each other of our clothes.

I’ve had my way with her on just about every flat surface in this place before we finally made it to my bed.

Brooke calls out my name and digs her fingernails into my arms as another orgasm takes over. I can feel my balls tighten, my own release not far behind.

“Keegan. Yes. Please,” she begs.

“Please, what?” I grunt, knowing damn well what she wants. I need to hear her say it though. It’s her words that I know will be my undoing again.

“I need you. Please, come for me.”

My eyes roll back in my head as I grip her hips tighter. For a minute my world goes dark as I explode inside the thin latex that separates us. “Fuck.”

Brooke pulls me even closer and wraps her arms around me, holding me pressed against her chest.

Ears ringing, heart beating wildly, I open my eyes and stare down at her. The mocha-colored eyes staring back up at me take my breath away.

“Hi,” she whispers with a sly smile.

I lean a little closer and kiss her lips and just like the first time, I feel it. That spark. The primal need to claim every inch of this woman.

There’s just one problem.

We would never be able to tell anyone that we’re together.

“That...I...wow,” she blows out a breath.

The reality of what I’ve just done washes over me.

I’ve fucked up. Big time.

“You should probably go, before my roommate comes back.” I try to be gentle with my words but that doesn’t make me feel like any less of an asshole right now.

I should have been stronger. I should have said no.

Not because I didn’t want this. Christ, I wanted it. I still want it. Whatever it is.

But I’ve crossed a line that could cost me my job.

Brooke’s face falls. “Right. I understand. I should probably get some rest anyway. I’ve got an early class tomorrow before I see you for English.”

Just like that, she’s gathering her things and leaving like I asked her to.

I don’t take the time to show her to the door, instead I fall back into bed and think back to the day she walked into English 208 and nearly knocked me off my feet.

Standing at the podium, I quickly review my notes for today. Nothing too crazy for the first day of classes.

Get to know the students.

Review course syllabus, deadlines, and expectations.

Easy enough for my first day on the job as Professor Corwall’s Teaching Assistant. She decided to throw me right to the sharks on day one since I’ll be teaching most of this class on my own due to staffing and her class schedule this semester.

No worries. I got this.

I think.

The moment I look up, the door to the lecture hall opens and the air crackles around me. I’m not expecting the purple-haired beauty that has just walked in.

On a scale of 1 - 10 she’s absolutely a 20 for me. And she’s a student, so I do the right thing and shake that thought right out of my head as I watch her walk across the room and take a seat in the middle of the front row. Then, she looks up and smiles coyly at me.

Fuck.

A breath catches in my throat.

I can’t do this. I won’t.

Off-limits.

I worked too damn hard to get here only to risk it now.

That’s exactly what I’ve done though.

And damn me for wanting to do it again.