Free Learning the Hard Way by Bridget Midway Page A

brushed over her thigh. “By the way, counting this date, I’ve been with three women in the last ten years, too.” That wasn’t a lie. Troy didn’t do the love-em-and-leave-em routine that Gross loved so much. He thrived on commitment.
    She shook her head. “I find that hard to believe with what you do.”
    He had to think about her statement for a moment before it hit him about his situation for the night. “Oh, this is my first night doing this.”
    “So I’m your first.” Ava nodded and smiled. “You seem so in control.” She ran one hand over the other. “I like what you did.” To illustrate what she meant, she circled the tip of her finger over her palm.
    Troy’s felt his cock throb as he watched her simulate his move. “It’s unfortunate that you didn’t follow the rules.”
    “I didn’t say your names five times during dinner.” She screwed up her lips like she tried not smiling. She placed her purse on the seat behind her. “So you see kissing me as a punishment?”
    Troy shook his head. “I thought you would see it that way.” He sat still and let her come to him. “You don’t?”
    Ava shook her head.
    Damn. Now Troy wished he had had the coffee. He needed something to pour into his lap right now. As much as he wanted this woman, could he really cross the line? Could he have sex with his professor and remain in her class?
    Troy framed her small face in his hands. He stared at her for a while before he did anything. At this point, he still remained in control. His next move could shift that power.
    Beyond his will, he pressed his lips against hers. The softness of them enamored him before he discovered how sweet her mouth tasted.
    He couldn’t remember if he slid his tongue in her mouth first or if Ava was the emboldened one. He couldn’t taste any of the fish she’d eaten for dinner.
    Out of instinct and need, he cupped her breast through her dress. At that moment, Ava broke from the kiss. She looked down at his hand, then up at him.
    When she held his hand in hers, his heart pounded harder and faster than before. This would be the moment she would slap him in the face and call him a filthy bastard.
    To his surprise, she held his hand away from her body long enough to pull down the top of her dress with the other hand. Then she replaced his hand on top of her naked breast.
    Troy had no time to savor the feeling of her firm orb in his hand with her hardened nipple brushing his palm before she arrested his lips again with hers. This all had to be a dream. No way in the world could he have the incredible luck of kissing and fondling this sexy woman.
    In a swift move, Troy wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her onto his lap so that she straddled him. In her tantalizing dress with the slit that went up to her throat, he knew she wouldn’t have a problem getting her leg around him in the garment.
    “No, we shouldn’t.” Ava tugged down on the dress that covered her pussy.
    “We should do whatever the hell we want.” Troy fisted her hair and brought her close to him.
    He hoped he kissed her hard enough and with enough passion to make her forget their pre-assigned labels: professor, student, escort.
    More than with Meredith, Troy wanted Ava. If he could have just one night, it would make his year.
    Ava’s scent, that intoxicating sexual aroma, filled the back area of the limo. Troy slid his hand up her leg until he reached her hot pussy. His fingers brushed her satin panties, causing Ava to shriek and push back from him.
    She held his wrist. “I don’t—”
    “Trust me.”
    Troy pulled aside the crotch of her panties and slid his middle finger inside of her. Not only was she hot like lava, her pussy dripped with her essence. When his finger dove into her, she grabbed the lapels of his jacket. He felt her hips undulate.
    Troy latched his mouth onto her breast, circling her nipple with the tip of his tongue. Hearing her moan almost made him shoot a load in his pants.
    Despite