Chapter 216
**Tom**
I headed to the bedroom, leaving Sara to her phone call with Claire. Her animated voice echoed through the apartment as I opened my closet. My collection of tailored suits and designer clothes stared back at me.
"Yes, Claire! I know!" Sara's excited squeal made me smile as I pulled out a navy blazer.
I took my time selecting a crisp white shirt and dark slacks to maintain the fine line between looking like a professional professor and not trying too hard.
"Thank you so much, Claire! You're the best!" Sara's voice rang through the apartment one last time before falling silent.
I adjusted my cuffs and stepped into the living room. Sara sprawled across my leather couch, her legs dangling over the armrest, still wearing only my shirt. The sight made me pause—how did I get so lucky?
"Someone looks happy," I said, dropping onto the couch beside her. She immediately shifted to rest her head on my lap.
"Claire says HR will call today with all the details." Sara beamed up at me, her eyes sparkling. "My official offer letter, salary package, benefits - everything."
"Is that so?" I ran my fingers through her hair, enjoying how she leaned into my touch. "And you're absolutely certain about this call happening today?"
"Don't even try it. I can see those wheels turning in your head. I know the bet isn't over until I have that letter."
"I'm just making sure we're clear on the terms." I traced her jawline with my thumb. "Wouldn't want any confusion about who wins what."
"Mhmm." She caught my hand and kissed my palm. "Keep dreaming about that week of complete control. It's not happening."
"We'll see about that. HR departments can be notoriously slow."
"Not this time." She sat up, crossing her legs under her. "Claire says Lucas specifically told them to expedite everything."
"Lucas again?" I raised an eyebrow. "Should I be worried about this guy?"
"Oh, please." She rolled her eyes. "Are you really going to play the jealous card?"
"Just wondering why my student's new boss is so eager to get all her paperwork sorted."
"Because I'm awesome, and he knows talent when he sees it." She flashed me a cheeky grin. "Also, stop trying to distract me. I'm winning this bet."
"Alright, fine. If you get the job, you win the bet." I conceded, watching her eyes light up with victory. "But that means the letter has to come today."
"Ha! Look who's trying to add conditions now." Sara's eyes danced with mischief as she shifted closer on the couch.
"I'm not adding anything." I traced my fingers along her bare thigh, enjoying how her breath caught. "The terms were clear - you get the job, you win. Simple as that."
"Mmm." She leaned in, her lips brushing my ear. "Someone's getting nervous about going a whole month without sex."
I caught her waist, pulling her onto my lap. The way my shirt rode up her thighs was incredibly distracting. "You seem pretty confident for someone who can barely keep her hands off me."
"Please." She rolled her eyes, but her fingers were already playing with my collar. "I have excellent self-control."
"Really?" I slid my hand up her back. "Should we talk about last night? When you were the one begging me not to stop?"
Her cheeks flushed pink. "I did not beg."
"No?" I grazed my lips along her neck, feeling her shiver. "'Please, Tom' and 'Don't stop' sound like begging to me."
"That's-" She squirmed as I found that sensitive spot behind her ear. "That's different."
"Is it?" I whispered against her skin. "What about this morning in the shower? When you-"
"Okay!" She pressed her hand over my mouth, face now completely red. "You made your point."
I grinned against her palm. She slowly lowered her hand, trying to look stern but failing miserably.
I tugged her closer. "Face it - this bet will be just as hard on you as it is on me."
"Maybe." Her fingers traced patterns on my chest. "But watching you suffer will make it worth it."
"You have no idea what torture really means," I murmured against her ear, sliding my hands up her thighs. "After that month is over, I'm going to tie you up so tight you won't be able to move an inch."
Her breath hitched. "Promises, promises."
"Remember what we discussed last night?" I nipped at her neck. "The silk ropes, the blindfold, the way I'll edge you for hours until you're begging?"
Sara squirmed in my lap, her fingers tightening on my shirt. "That's assuming I get the letter today."
"When I'm done with you," I continued, ignoring her attempt at deflection, "you'll forget your own name. I'll have you spread out on my bed, completely at my mercy."
"Mmm." She pressed closer, her voice breathy. "And what else?"
"I'll use that vibrator we talked about. Keep you right on the edge until you're crying." I traced my fingers along the hem of her borrowed shirt. "Maybe I'll gag you too, so the neighbors don't hear you screaming."
Sara's hips rocked against mine. "You seem to have put a lot of thought into this."
"You have no idea." I gripped her hips, stilling her movements. "I've got a whole month to plan exactly how I'm going to wreck you."
She bit her lip, and her pupils dilated. Then her eyes caught the clock on the wall, and she smirked. "Don't you have a class to teach in forty minutes?"
I glanced at the clock, then back at her. "Forty minutes is plenty of time," I said, grabbing her by the waist and flipping her onto the couch beneath me. "Especially when you're seducing me like this."
"Seducing you?" she laughed, breathless, her hands immediately gripping my shoulders.
"Yeah," I said, tugging my shirt over her hips. "No panties, no bra, just my shirt, and showing off this pretty pussy to tempt me."
Her pussy was wet and inviting, lips glistening with arousal. The sight alone made my cock throb with need. Her folds were soft and swollen, a perfect pink that begged for attention. The small tuft of hair above it only added to the allure.
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