Chapter 70
**Sara**
As we pulled up to Tom's apartment building, my heart raced with anticipation. I'd been here before, but this time felt different—electric, dangerous.
"Home sweet home," Tom said, killing the engine.
I smirked. "Is that what we're calling it now?"
He shot me a look that made my insides melt. "Behave yourself, Sara."
"Now, where's the fun in that?"
We made our way to his apartment. I swear, even the elevator ride felt charged. Tom kept stealing glances at me, his eyes dark with desire. I pretended not to notice, examining my nails as if they were the most fascinating things in the world.
Finally, we reached his door. Tom fumbled with his keys, cursing, before finally unlocking the door.
The moment we were inside, Tom kicked the door shut and pinned me against it. His lips crashed into mine, hungry and demanding. I melted into the kiss, my hands finding their way into his hair. Tom's body pressed against mine, pinning me firmly to the door. I could feel the heat radiating off him, his heart pounding with mine. I pulled him even closer as our tongues danced. His taste was intoxicating, and I craved more with each passing second.
I broke away from the kiss, breathless and dizzy. Tom's eyes were dark with desire, his hair mussed from where I'd run my fingers through it.
"Wow," I managed to say, my voice husky.
Tom smiled, looking equally affected. "You can say that again."
I smoothed down my dress, suddenly feeling a bit self-conscious. "Maybe we should slow down a bit?"
"Right, of course," Tom said, stepping back. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to tame it. "Drink?"
I nodded, grateful for the chance to catch my breath. "Wine?"
"Coming right up."
I watched as Tom made his way to the kitchen, admiring the view. His apartment was just as I remembered it—modern and sleek, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering a stunning view of the city. I kicked off my heels and padded to the couch, sinking into its plush cushions.
Tom returned with two glasses of red wine. He handed one to me before settling down beside me, close enough that our thighs touched.
I sipped the wine, savoring its rich flavor as it rolled over my tongue. The alcohol warmed my insides, helping to calm my nerves. Tom's presence beside me was intoxicating, and I was hyper-aware of every little movement he made.
"So," I started, trying to keep my voice casual, "I forgot to ask earlier. Why weren't you at the university today?"
"Ah, that. Well, believe it or not, I was out on a blind date."
"A blind date? Seriously?" I couldn't hide the surprise in my voice. Or the twinge of jealousy that suddenly flared up in my chest.
Tom chuckled, taking a sip of his wine. "I know, I know. It's not exactly my style."
I tried to keep my tone light, but my mind was racing. What if he liked this mystery girl? What if she was prettier than me, smarter than me? I took a big gulp of wine to steady my nerves.
"So, um, how did it go?" I asked, trying to sound casual and failing miserably.
Tom raised an eyebrow. "Are you jealous?"
I scoffed, feeling my cheeks heat up. "Me? Jealous? Please. I'm just... curious."
"Uh-huh," Tom said, his lips curving into a smirk. "If you must know, my father set it up."
"Your father? Is he trying to marry you off or something?"
"Something like that. He's got this idea in his head that if I settle down with a nice, respectable woman, I'll give up teaching and join the family business."
"Ah, the old 'get married and become a responsible adult' trick. Classic."
"Exactly," Tom said, laughing. "He's been pushing me to take over as CEO for years. I think he's getting desperate."
I bit my lip, hesitating, before asking the burning question in my mind. "So... did you like her?"
Tom's eyes met mine, and I felt a jolt of electricity run through me. "She was nice enough," he said slowly. "Smart, pretty, comes from a good family. The kind of girl my father would approve of."
My heart sank. "Oh," I said, masking my disappointment. "Sounds perfect."
Tom set down his wine glass and leaned in closer. "But," he said, his voice deep, "she's not my type."
"No?" I breathed, suddenly very aware of how close he was.
"No," he said simply, then fell silent, taking another sip of his wine.
I waited for him to elaborate, but he didn't. The silence stretched between us, thick with unspoken tension. I fidgeted with my glass, suddenly unsure of what to say or do.
Tom seemed content to let the silence linger, occasionally sipping his wine. His eyes never left mine, and I squirmed under his intense gaze.
Unable to stand it any longer, I downed the rest of my wine in one gulp. "Well, this is... fun," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
Tom's lips quirked into a smirk. "Is it now?"
"Oh yeah, nothing more thrilling than sitting silently and drinking wine."
He refilled both our glasses. "Sometimes, Sara, silence can be... very telling."
As we continued to drink, I felt the alcohol warming my insides, loosening my inhibitions. Tom seemed to relax, too, his posture becoming more casual as he leaned back into the couch.
Suddenly, I felt his hand on my knee. It was a light touch, barely there, but sparks shot through my body. I tried to keep my face neutral, but I failed miserably.
Tom's hand started to move, tracing lazy circles on my skin. His touch was feather-light, teasing, driving me crazy. I took another big gulp of wine to calm my racing heart.
"Something wrong?" Tom asked innocently, his hand now slowly inching up my thigh.
"N-nope," I managed to stammer out.
His hand continued its torturous journey, and I held my breath. When I thought I couldn't take it anymore, he suddenly withdrew his hand.
I let out a frustrated groan before I could stop myself. Tom's eyebrows shot up, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
"Problem?" he asked, his voice low and husky.
"You're evil," I muttered, downing the rest of my wine.
Tom laughed. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
As he reached for the wine bottle to refill our glasses, his arm brushed against my breast. I gasped, and Tom looked at me with mock innocence.
"Oops," he said, not sounding sorry at all. "My bad."
I shifted on the couch, purposely letting my dress ride up a bit higher. Tom's eyes immediately dropped to my exposed thigh, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard.
"Is it hot in here?" I asked, fanning myself dramatically. "I think it's hot in here."
"It's definitely getting warmer."
He reached out, ostensibly to brush a strand of hair from my face. But his fingers lingered, trailing down my cheek, my neck, coming to rest on my collarbone.
"Mmm," I murmured, eyes fluttering closed as his fingers danced across my skin. "What are you doing to me?"
"I haven't even started yet," he whispered, his warm breath fanning my neck, making me shiver.
I tilted my head back, baring my throat, silently inviting him to continue. His fingers skimmed lower, tracing the curve of my breast. Teasing. Taunting. Driving me wild.
"Tom," I moaned, my body arching into his touch. "Don't stop."
His fingers dipped lower, teasing the top of my breasts over my bra and dress. My breath hitched as his touch sent tingles through my body.
"You like that, don't you?" he murmured.
"Y-yes," I admitted, my cheeks flushing.
With a sly smile, he pulled me onto his lap, his hands finding my ass and squeezing gently. I gasped at the sudden contact, my hands instinctively gripping his shoulders.
"Oh, Professor," I teased, my voice husky. "I do declare this is highly inappropriate behavior."
"Oh, really? And here I thought you were enjoying yourself."
"Well, I... that is..." I trailed off, feeling my face flush even more.
"Yes, you naughty girl, you're enjoying it," he whispered.
"Mmm, maybe just a little," I conceded, my breath coming in short gasps as his hands continued exploring.
"Just a little?" he repeated. "Tell me the truth, Sara. Are you wet for me?"
"Maybe."
Tom smirked, clearly enjoying my discomfort. His hand slid down, caressing my thigh, teasing the hem of my dress. "Maybe what?"
"You know what."
"Oh, I don't know, Sara. You're going to have to use your words." His fingers danced across my skin, sending shivers up my spine. "Tell me how much you want me."
"You're such a tease," I whispered, my body aching for more.
"I want you to say it, Sara. I want to hear those dirty words falling from your sweet lips."
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