Free Learning the Hard Way by Bridget Midway Page B

her earlier protests, Ava moved faster and faster. “The driver.”
    Troy let go of her nipple long enough to answer her. “Can’t hear us.” He slipped a second finger inside of her.
    At that moment, she screamed. No way the driver could have missed that sound. The exclamation could have shattered the darkened glass surrounding them. She ground down hard on his digits, her body trembling as her pussy clamped down on his fingers.
    Just when Troy didn’t think Ava could get any more beautiful, he watched her come. With that tease, he needed more. He had to taste her.
    Troy slid his fingers out of her and into his mouth. Her salty goodness satisfied his taste buds. “More,” he growled.
    In a controlling move, he pulled her off of his lap and sat her next to him. Then he got down on the floor of the limo between her legs. He hooked his fingers into the sides of her panties to pull them down.
    The limo slowed to a stop. With great reluctance, Troy stopped moving and looked out the window. He saw his house, then heard the driver getting out of the vehicle.
    Still between her legs, Troy said, “Come in the house with me. I can take you home.”
    Ava adjusted the top half of her dress. “No, I can’t.”
    Faster than stepping into a cold shower, Troy’s erection softened in a nanosecond. Had she been teasing him during the ride home?
    Ava’s hand dove into her small purse. “Do you have a cell phone?”
    “Sure. Why?” Did this lovely woman want to do phone sex now?
    “The driver works for a relative of a friend of mine. I don’t need him reporting that we did something after the party. I’ll call my phone with instructions on how to get to my house.”
    “No.” Troy pulled off her panties then snatched her phone from her hand. “If you want either one of these things, you’ll come in the house with me.”
    He sat next to her and adjusted his clothing. The smell of sex would just have to stay in the air.
    “Stop playing around, Mr. Whitten.” Ava reached for her items but Troy kept her back with one arm.
    “I’ve told you what you need to do.”
    The door opened and Troy moved over to it. “She’s coming with me.” He held her hand.
    Initially she resisted, staying seated in her spot. After taking her so far in the car, she couldn’t want to go home now, not yet. Then she scooted over toward him.
    Troy looked at the driver. “This is our last stop.” He pressed money into the driver’s hand. “Thanks for the service.”
    The driver slammed the door and mumbled something about it being an early night. God willing, Troy’s night had just begun.

Chapter Six
    Still in her red gown, Ava paced in Troy’s house, amazed at the strength in her legs considering he had rendered her boneless just moments ago. Vartinucci had done that to her earlier that night for a different reason.
    He’d made up a part of her past, along with Richard, that she wanted to erase from her history. She didn’t want to pull Mistake Number Three with Troy. Her mind and heart couldn’t take the pain.
    “Please give me back my phone and I’ll call a cab.” She held up her hand.
    Instead of giving her phone back, he held her hand and led her down a hall. “Why didn’t you ask for your panties back?” he asked during the trek.
    Ava swallowed. Why hadn’t she asked for her undergarment back? Did she secretly want him to keep a memento of their failed date?
    He twirled the red, shiny garment around his finger. “Want me to keep them?”
    “You’re crude.” Yet, she liked it.
    Troy slipped off his jacket and hung it on the back of his chair in his sparsely decorated bedroom.
    As he took off his bowtie, he sauntered to Ava. “Do you want me to keep talking dirty? Does that turn you on?”
    She blinked. “Okay, we’ve gone too far with this. You’re my student. I’m your teacher.”
    He tossed his tie onto a dresser then undid the top few buttons on his shirt. “I’m a man. You’re a woman. What goes on here stays