He dips me low, lips brushing the shell of my ear."You're killing me in this dress."
I can barely breathe."You picked it."
"Because I knew what it would do to me," he growls.
His voice is raw and low, sending heat pooling between my thighs.I want to feel him, skin to skin.I want to see his face twist with pleasure as I give in completely.
When he pulls me upright again, our chests brush, and I swear he groans.
"We need to leave," he whispers against my lips.
"Soon," I whisper back.
Then it happens.
"Professor?"a voice breaks the spell beside us.
My blood turns to ice.
Gage's grip tightens just slightly as I freeze.
A student.Someone who shouldn't be here.Someone who could ruin everything.
Gage steps between me and the student, hiding me, protecting me.
The voice continues, hesitant now."Professor Adams?"
A beat.Gage's voice stays low and smooth."You must be mistaken.That's not me," Gage says.
A pause.Then the student chuckles awkwardly."Thank god.Never been happier to be wrong, can you imagine?"
She leaves, and relief floods me.My knees nearly buckle, but Gage guides us to the edge of the room, shadows cloaking us.
"That was close," I breathe.
His hand slides to my throat, fingers resting lightly."You like the risk."
"I like you," I whisper.
His thumb strokes my jaw."Even if we had been caught, I never would've let you go."
Then he kisses me.
An all-consuming deep kiss with the promise of more.
When we finally break apart, I'm breathless.
"Come home with me," he says.
I nod.
We don't speak on the ride back.The silence between us thrums with need.It's just us in the back of his limo, with the privacy wall separating us from his driver.It's our own little bubble, and neither of us removes our masks.
His hand finds my thigh, sliding beneath the slit of my dress, fingers trailing up and down slowly, teasing.I gasp softly as he presses higher, his eyes locked on mine.We're barely holding it together.
I reach over, hand resting on his thigh, inching higher, feeling the tension thrumming through him.He groans, low and dangerous, turning his head briefly to look at me.
"Skye," he warns.