His head snaps back to me, his eyes wide. "What?"

"You heard me." I grin. He shakes his head and opens his mouth, ready to object, but I add, "Please."

"No," he snaps.

I throw my head back and whine, "Why?"

He glares at me and just before he gets the chance to talk, Savannah returns.

"Do you think I'm not your brother's type?" I ask her the moment she gets close to the booth.

She halts, confusion smearing over her features.

I point at Spencer. "I asked him to dance with me and he rejected me."

A smile breaks across her face.

Taking it as a good sign I add, "Your other brother is watching me and so is Liv, I need someone to get them jealous with and he's not helping me. And there's no one around except him for this work."

Savannah starts laughing and sits in the space between Spencer and me. As her laughter dies away, she lightly says, "I gotta warn you, no one has dared to dance with him, he's terrible." She giggles and I can't help but join her while Spencer glowers at us.

"I'm in real need."

She giggles and nudges Spencer. "Get up and be careful not to step on her feet."

When he doesn't budge, she pushes him harder, almost making him topple over the edge and we both burst into another fit of laughter.

Maybe we are a little drunk.

Glaring he gets to his feet. "You're unbelievable."

I throw my arm around Savannah in a side hug. "I owe you one. Thank you." I jump off from my seat and bounce to Spencer, grinning triumphally.

Even though he's still glaring at me, I grab his hand pull him out of the VIP area, while making sure both Olivia and Kristian see I'm leaving with him. I drag him to the dance floor, to the middle of it, between the sweaty and drunk people dancing the night away.

The music is much louder and his mood gets worse.

I pull him down to me, and near his ear explain, "No one can see us here."

He nods, and his arm snakes around my waist pressing me to him. "Was it really necessary to get me in the middle of this mess?" he says next to my ear, his warm breath tingling my skin.

"It has nothing to do with anyone, I just wanted to dance with you." I pull away from him slightly to grin up at him.

He purses his lips and shakes his head, his expression pinching with disapproval.

I roll my eyes and furl my fingers around the collar of his black button-up and pull him to myself. "No one knows us here, there's no risk," I say next to his ear and let go of his shirt, moving my palm down his arm guiding it around my waist.

He stares at me with exasperation.

I mouth, "Just one night," And watch him with wide pleading eyes.

Even though people around us are dancing and occasionally bumping into us, we stay still, but he doesn't retreat his hand from my waist, so I take it as a good sign and edge closer to him, enclosing my arms around his neck. I press my breasts to his chest and crane my neck, meeting his dark blue eyes.

In the purple and red flashing lights of the nightclub, he looks otherworldly handsome.

I smile softly at his hard face and tilt my head slightly, making him glare.

"We were supposed to stay away from each other," he harshly says and I have to guess half of the words thanks to the blasting music.

My smile falls. Why is he so prone to pushing me away?

Maybe it's the alcohol in my system or the fruitless attempts of catching his eye and pulling him to myself that makes me sigh dejectedly.

"You said you're attracted to me."

He groans and throws his head back, staring at the ceiling for a long moment before he meets my desperate face.

"That doesn't change the facts and our circumstances. You're making it unreasonably hard for both of us." He brings his head down so I hear him clearly. His mouth is close enough each hard breath fans over my face. The drink he had tickles my nostrils, my brain too occupied to identify if it's whiskey or vodka or something else.

Hesitantly I untangle my fingers from each other and slowly move the fingertips of my left hand over the smooth skin of his sharp jawline. He closes his eyes and I get the chance to admire his long lashes. His breathing becomes ragged and his arms tighten around me.

My heart drums in my chest and pounds in my ear, drowning the music as my fingers explore his skin with more confidence. I run my fingers back up his jawline and trace his high cheekbone and let my hand rest on his cheek.

Gingerly I close the small space between us and peck his soft lips. He stays as still as it's humanly possible but when I pull away Spencer draws a shaky breath, his eyes flutter open and lock with mine.

That's when I realize I'm breathing heavily too, my other hand it's planted on the side of his neck as we're gently swaying with the music. He leans his forehead on mine, our uneven breathing mingling together.

Even though my heart's hammering, and I feel lightheaded and dizzy, all the other jumping and dancing people fade away for me, a plan slowly forms in my head.

Thankful for my heels giving me the advantage of not having much height difference with him, I pull him to me, pressing our bodies entirely together as I near my mouth to his ear.

"I know you don't want us to get close, but talking has never harmed anyone. Tell me what would you do if I wasn't your student." My lips brush his ear as I speak and he holds me tighter. Softly I whisper, "Tell me what would you do to me." I lay a kiss on his jaw and he shudders.

Hoarsely, he starts, "Gracie-"

I interrupt him, "Please." He tenses, I feel his muscles going rigid beneath my touch as I move my hand from his neck to his shoulder. "Just this once, just tonight," I breathe out.

His rapid hot shaky breaths tingle my skin, he leans down his head and kisses my neck, sending an electric jolt through my entire body and goosebumps erupt all over me. I cling to him and after a long moment, his hands begin to explore my back. His warm palm rests in between my shoulder blades as his other hand discovers my back leisurely before going downwards and gently squeezing my ass.

I bite my lip to stop my grin from breaking across my face. At last! He's giving in.

But the elation of my triumph doesn't last long.

A ragged and breathless chuckle rushes through his warm lips while running his nose along the length of my neck. His hot breath hits my ear. "You're a dangerous girl Gracie Stewart." His lips brush my ear before dragging his full bottom lip along the outer edge of my ear. I shiver from the rush of sensations.

I fail to understand his words. Dangerous?

Before the hazy euphoria in my head evaporates Spencer pulls away and I frown with confusion but I don't get the chance to gather my thoughts as he grabs my hand pushes through the bodies, pulling me along with himself.

I stumble and nearly trip over my own feet as he treads to the other side of the club and into a dark and narrow hallway. He picks up his pace and I clutch his arm to hold myself upright and keep up with him.

At the other end, Spencer pulls open a door and steps outside, and closes the door behind me. The cold night air lashes on my flushed skin, instantly making me shiver and realize how hot I've grown. The alley is dark, dimly lit with the sparse lighting of the club's building, on our left end the sound of cars rushing by mingles with the faint music reaching us.

With a single swift motion, he wraps his arm around my waist leads me a few steps backward.

My back hits the wall and he towers over me. He plants his other hand right next to my head on the cold brick wall, leaning even closer to me.

"You think I don't know what you're doing?"

I blink a few times and furrow my brows.

He scoffs, "Don't act so clueless." He shakes his head; a sad smile curls his lips. "You're playing with me; I know you are. You don't want me, you're after the thrill, aren't you? The excitement of breaking the rules, being spontaneous, your usual wild and careless self. You think I don't notice?"

I hold his gaze, my mouth suddenly dry and my brain utterly empty.

Hesitantly he lifts his hand from the wall touches my face. His cool palm is a pleasant contrast from my burning skin. He caresses my cheek; sadness clouds his eyes.

"You want to take things to the next level with me because the notion is exciting, you've never been with a professor." He sighs and drops his gaze to where his hand rests on my face. "But it'll wear out. After a while, it'll fade and you'll leave, moving on to your next exhilarating experience and living life." His features harden and his hand falls from my cheek as he straightens himself. "I refuse to be an asset in one of your many adventures." He takes a step back.

My mouth hangs open. Bewildered I stare at him. "You're wrong."

A sardonic smile arches his lips. "I'm not blind Stewart. I see the guys you're with, I know them. Even if I don't personally know your rich ex or that flower guy, I know my stepbrother enough and it's not hard to spot the qualities they all share." He presses his lips into a thin line, looking at the other end of the dark alley, at the street and passing cars. "And I lack." With a sharp inhale he turns to me as he pushes his glasses up his nose.

To be frank, I never looked at it like that. Not even for a moment, I considered that, but now that he's pointing it out, I can't help but wonder maybe I've been subconsciously doing it without realizing. For so long I've occupied myself with relating everything and anything I do when it comes to Spencer to the solution I completely overlooked this factor.

Of course, each time he distances himself from me, I find it as a challenge and makes me even more eager to chase him... but as a means of fulfilling my usual habit of doing something out of the ordinary to spice up my life, I never considered that.

Frustrated and at a loss of words I rub my brow. "Maybe you're right... or maybe not. I guess you just have to trust me not to use or hurt you."

A bitter laugh echoes in the dark alley and it surprises me it's from him. "Gracie, I rarely trust anyone. I even struggle to trust my sister, there isn't anything you can do to win over my trust when I can see it clear as a day why you want anything to happen between us."

My eyebrows raise of my own accord. Wow. If he isn't exaggerating, he has serious trust issues... not that it's any of my business. It shouldn't affect me, or my plans. But yet, it's unsettling knowing he struggles to trust. Though I can't pinpoint why it's a bit irksome he doesn't trust me.

"Fine... but I don't understand, if you want me just like I want you, what's the problem here?"

He blows air through his lips with exasperation and holds his index finger up, pointing at me. "I cannot- will not risk my career and my reputation for a girl who is just going to use me for fun and then throw me aside the moment she's had her share of fun and gets bored."

I gulp noisily and nibble my bottom lip avoiding looking at him. "What if I don't?" I mumble so softly, at first, I'm convinced he didn't hear me.

He inhales sharply, and from the corner of my eye, I watch as he runs his hand through his hair. "Why are you making this so hard?"

I shrug. "No one has ever rejected me before," I admit and dare to hold his gaze.

He sighs and his shoulder falls.

"You say you're attracted to me, and I can see it too... but when I try to get close to you, you push me away, and..." my voice trails down, words refusing to form coherently in my head as my eyes drop to my shoes. "It's not just about the fun," I confess, surprising myself too.

But it's the truth. It's not about the fun. It's not even about the solution anymore. Even in my booze-induced brain, I can see it clearly now. After Dad left, during those days the way Spencer was with me, looked out for me and took care of me definitely shifted the way I see him and maybe even feel about him. Though I'm not ready to ponder over it and delve deeper than that. At least not now.

The only thing I know at the moment is that I don't want to be just a student to him. I want to be special to him, and important... in reality, I don't want to lose him when I graduate from college. He has somehow managed to make a significant space for himself in my life, head, and heart, I can't lose him. I want to ensure I make the significant space in his life so he won't even think about walking out of my life.

He rubs his eyes and sighs. "We can't Gracie. It's better if we keep our distance and don't make things unnecessarily complicated."

My face falls as I watch him walking to the door, but just as his fingers furl around the doorknob, an idea pops up in my head and I smile.

"Won't you kiss me goodbye?"

He halts and slowly turns his head to me. I study his features but fail to decipher what's going on inside his mind.

"Just as our last kiss," I softly add, holding his gaze.

A corner of his lips quirks up. "You devious minx."

I smile coyly at him. "Is that a yes?"

His hand falls from the doorknob. I take it as my win.

"You truly are dangerous Gracie; I know exactly what you're doing and yet I can't resist you and fall for your tricks."

I bite my bottom lip as he approaches me.

"One last time." He raises his eyebrows to emphasize his point.

"Last time," I promise.

He stands in front of me, this time, without hesitance his hand finds my face. "Last time," he mumbles to himself.

The next moment he kisses me. His whiskey-tinted lips move slowly against mine as if he's savoring every sense and second. Not that I'm complaining.

As he wraps his arm around my waist, pressing our bodies together, my fingers tangle in his soft wavy locks. Our movements are unhurried, we each take our time with exploring, feeling, and testing each other.

Though the kiss doesn't stay sweet and innocent for long. Caged between his warm body and the cold wall, along with the buzz of the drinks I've had, make me hypersensitive to his every touch and move.

Our kiss heats up when he trails his hand from cheek to my neck, inclining my head back and parting my lips with his to let his tongue dance with mine. I moan in his mouth and splay my fingers on his neck, pulling him closer to me, enough that through our clothes, I can feel him hardening.

He lets his hand travel down my curves, not holding back like the previous times, Spencer takes a good amount of time fondling my breast. I cling to his shoulder and run my hand over his bicep as I lightly nibble his lip, earning a soft groan from him.

I break the kiss to take a deep breath, nothing makes me as dizzy and lightheaded as his lips. Spencer takes this opportunity to attack my neck, leaving a hot trail of wet kisses. I arch my back and tug his hair lightly as I whimper in pleasure.

His hand lightly caresses over my ribs before settling around my waist, steadying me as his other hand glides down my waist to my butt and squeezing it gently before cupping the back of my thigh and guiding it to rest on his hip.

He lightly sucks a sensitive spot over my collarbone making me gasp, I grab his face and crash my lips to his, I feel him smirking for a split second before taking back the control and kissing me harder.

His hard member pushes into me and excitement buzzes through my body, making me even hotter than I already am. I feel up his chest and allow my hands to venture downwards, feeling every hard muscle along the way.

Before my hands reach to his belt, he grabs my wrists in pins them over my head with one large hand, and lightly bites my lip. I whimper and feel his mouth arching into a smile before he latches his lips below my jaw and moves his free hand under my shirt, dragging his fingertips in a featherlight touch over my stomach and moving up and down my ribs. Heat pools in my core as my breathing turns uneven.

Nothing stays in my head except him and the way he's making me feel. I try to buckle my hips a little to increase the friction between our lower halves but he leans his body to me, pressing me into the wall to prevent any attempts from my side. So I do the only thing I can do, with my leg still perched on his hip, I press him closer to me.

Breathing heavily, he says next to my ear, "So demanding." His breath fans over my skin and he gently nibbles my ear making me moan again.

Panting I reply, "Too controlling."

He chuckles, a deep and sexy sound before he molds his lips with mine and lets go of my hands pinned over my head.

Finally free, I relish feeling his soft hair between my fingers.

His other hand stays beneath my shirt, inching over to beasts and caressing it from over the fabric of my bra.

I ravenously kiss him back, my body desperate for him, for more contact with him. And as his hard member, a lovely reminder of he wants me just as bad, presses on my stomach, an idea cracks in my head.

Though concentrating seems impossible with his hands everywhere and our lips locked, I do the only thing I can pull off at the moment. I break away from the kiss, keeping my hands on his shoulders, both of us panting when I do so. I take advantage of his state and push his shoulders spinning him around. His surprised eyes lock with mine as his back hits the wall. I smile coyly at him and take the lead by pressing my lips to his.

He's fast to react, encircling my waist in his arms, as his lips move in sync with mine.

Grateful for my heels once more, just as everything begins to get more heated, I pull away and take a step back, leaving us both panting and craving for more.

I smirk at him, though I keep my palms on his chest for balance. His hair is disheveled and his lips are swollen and the red of my lipstick's faintly smeared over it.

I doubt I'm in any better state than him.

His dark eyes study my face.

Finally sure that I can talk in a steady voice, I start, "I have to say it was a memorable last." I near him again, pecking his lips lightly, not letting it grow into something hotter even though my body is begging for it. "From now on, we'll be strictly professional," I whisper against his mouth.

I retreat a few steps. The daze settled in his glassy eyes clear out slowly.

"You might want to fix that before you come back." I drag my index finger below my bottom lip indicating the faint smudge my lipstick has left behind as I make my way to the door. His gaze follows my every move like an iron following a magnet's pattern.

I rest my hand on the doorknob. "Have a good night professor," I softly say, smiling innocently at him and saunter inside, without looking back at him.

I won't be chasing him anymore, instead, I'll ensure he chases me as if his life depends on it.

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