Chapter 133
**Sara**
Back in my room, I settled onto the bed, purposely keeping out of frame. "Sorry, just needed some water," I said innocently, taking a long swig from the bottle.
"You know, most people don't need to go off-camera to drink water," Tom's amused voice came through the speaker.
"Maybe I just wanted a moment of privacy. Ever think of that, Professor?"
"Privacy? From me? I'm wounded," he said, his voice dripping with mock hurt.
I laughed, settling back onto the bed and positioning the phone so he could see me again. "Oh, don't be so dramatic. I'm sure your ego can handle it."
Tom's eyes roamed over me, and I felt a flush creep up my neck. "You know, that tank top really does suit you," he said, his voice low and husky.
I glanced down, realizing I'd forgotten to cross my arms again. The thin fabric clung to my curves, leaving little to the imagination. "Eyes up here, mister," I teased, though I made no move to cover myself.
"Can't blame a guy for appreciating the view," he grinned.
"Appreciate all you want, Professor, but that's all you're getting tonight," I smirked, enjoying how the banter let the tension simmer without boiling over. The power of suggestion had its own electricity, and I was riding high on it.
"Guess I'll have to use my imagination then."
"Good thing you've got a vivid one," I teased. I shifted slightly, letting the thin strap of my tank top fall just a bit from my shoulder. His eyes tracked the movement like a hawk on prey. Then I let it sit there, perfectly just suggestive.
And he knew it was all deliberate.
Then, finally, when I'd teased enough, I leaned back slightly, arching my back, letting just enough of my cleavage show to reveal a hint of my breasts' curves.
Tom's breath hitched, eyes burning into the screen as if he could see beyond it. "Damn, Sara," he muttered.
"Just a little preview," I purred, relishing this power play.
"Tease," he accused.
I laughed, running a finger along my collarbone, enjoying the effect a tiny touch had on him. The line between us felt electric. His intensity felt like a magnetic pull, impossible to resist, and I loved pushing the boundaries.
A daring moment later, I adjusted and shifted my top more provocatively, revealing the peaks of my nipples. His reaction was immediate, a low growl resonating through the connection.
His eyes grew wider, captivated. "Fuck, you're perfect."
"And you, Professor, might have some explaining to do," I pointed out, noticing his hand slide to adjust himself.
"Couldn't wait to show you how much I enjoyed the view."
My eyes darted down as he revealed himself, his cock hard and eager, standing proud.
"You know," I mused, allowing my gaze to linger for a moment longer, "why bother with all this teasing when you could just come over and... indulge in the main event?"
His lips curled into that infuriatingly cocky smile, the one that made me want to strangle him with my bare hands or kiss him senseless. Maybe both. "Tempting," his voice purred, sending electricity down my spine. "But if we start doing this whenever we want... where's the fun in that? Part of the thrill, you know, is the wanting—the build-up."
He was right. The anticipation made our encounters crackle with energy—brighter and hotter.
I bit my lip, fighting the urge to give in completely. "You're playing a dangerous game," I warned.
"I like danger," he said, "And I think you do too."
God, he was infuriating. And irresistible. I shifted on the bed, acutely aware of the heat building between my thighs. "Maybe," I conceded, trailing a finger down my neck, watching his eyes follow the movement. "But I'm not the one with my cock out on camera."
"True. But you're not exactly being shy either."
I glanced down at my barely-there tank top and smirked. "This old thing? Please. I sleep in this all the time."
"I bet you do," he drawled sarcastically. "I'm sure it has nothing to do with driving me crazy."
"You give yourself too much credit," I teased, even as I arched my back slightly, pushing my breasts forward. "Maybe I just like being comfortable."
"Uh-huh," he said, clearly not buying it. "And I suppose you're just naturally flushed and breathing heavily because you're so... comfortable?"
"What can I say? It's warm in here," I purred, letting my hand trail down to the hem of my tank top. "Maybe I should take this off to cool down."
His breath hitched. "By all means," he growled. "Don't let me stop you."
I toyed with the hem, enjoying how his eyes followed every movement. Then, slowly, teasingly, I started to lift it up.
Just as I was about to reveal my breasts, I stopped. "You know what? I think I'm good like this," I said innocently, dropping the fabric back down.
"You're killing me, Sara," he growled.
"Oh, I'm sorry," I said, not sorry at all. "Did you want to see something?"
"You know damn well I do," he grunted.
"Hmm, I don't know. What's in it for me?"
His eyes narrowed. "How about I don't fail you on your next exam?"
I gasped in mock outrage. "Are you trying to bribe me?"
Tom's eyes widened, and he quickly backpedaled. "What? No, no, of course not. That would be... completely unethical."
"I thought you were a man of integrity."
He ran a hand through his hair, looking adorably flustered. "I am! I just... got caught up in the moment. You know what you do to me, Sara."
"Oh, I know. And I love every second of it."
"You're a minx, you know that?"
"Takes one to know one," I shot back, winking at him.
He groaned. "You're not making this easy on me."
"Who said I was trying to make it easy?" I teased, stretching languidly on the bed. My tank top rode up, exposing a sliver of my midriff.
Tom's eyes zeroed in on that patch of skin like a heat-seeking missile.
I yawned, making sure to arch my back as I did so. "Well, as fun as this has been, I really should get some sleep. Early class tomorrow and all that."
"Wait, what?" Tom sputtered. "You can't just leave me hanging like this!"
"Watch me," I smirked. "Goodnight, Tom."
"Oh no, you don't," he growled. "Just wait until I get my hands on you next time. I'll make you pay for this little tease session."
I felt a shiver of anticipation run down my spine, but I played it cool. "Next time? Who said there's going to be a next time?"
"Oh, there will be. You can't resist me any more than I can resist you."
"Pretty sure of yourself, aren't you?" I challenged, even as my body hummed with desire.
"When it comes to you? Absolutely," his voice lowered to that husky tone that never failed to make my knees weak. "I know you, Sara. I know how you think, move... how you taste."
I bit my lip, trying to ignore the rush of heat between my thighs. "Maybe you don't know me as well as you think you do."
"Is that so?" he chuckled. "Alright then, prove it. Stay away from me. I bet you can't last a week without coming to me, begging for my touch."
"Begging?" I scoffed. "Please. I don't beg."
"Not yet," he smirked. "But you will."
"Dream on," I retorted, even as my heart raced at the thought. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I really do need to get some sleep."
"Fine, fine," he conceded. "Sweet dreams, Sara. I'm sure I'll be starring in them."
"Goodnight, Tom," I said, rolling my eyes even as I smiled.
I ended the call before he could say anything else, my body still thrumming with unresolved tension. As I set my phone aside and settled back into bed, I couldn't help but wonder if he was right. Could I really stay away from him?
The challenge was set, and despite my bravado, I knew it wouldn't be easy. Tom had a way of getting under my skin, of making me want things I shouldn't. But I was nothing if not stubborn. If he thought I'd come crawling to him, he had another thing coming.
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