Kings of Quarantine (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #1) - Caroline Peckham ,Susanne Valenti Page 0,151

grinned down at me in triumph, tendrils of blonde hair slipping from the knot she’d tied it in to hang down around her face.

I panted beneath her, trying to look pissed about her taking me down and failing as she pressed her gloves down on my chest to brace herself.

My gloves fell to rest against her thighs and a breath of laughter escaped me. “I don’t teach many students who can match me,” I said as I studied her blue eyes. “Whoever taught you was damn good.”

“My father wanted me to be the best in everything I could be,” she replied, her voice husky as she tried to catch her breath. “I had private training in all kinds of weird and wonderful things. But kickboxing was the one that I stuck with the longest.”

That should have pissed me off. Of course the little princess had the best training. Daddy used his wallet to make sure she did. But somehow I didn’t mind it so much in this instance. The super rich were always so wasteful with their money, so dismissive of it despite how much it meant to everyone else. Being in the top two percent often made their children feel so entitled, so special, like their shit didn’t stink just as much as the next guy’s. But with this, at least he’d been spending his money on giving her skills. Something real and not dressed up in bullshit.

“You could think about going pro,” I said, not that I thought for a minute that she would. This kind of thing was a hobby to someone like her. She didn’t need to go pro when she didn’t need money. It was just another shiny little badge to add to her dowry when she was auctioned off to the highest bidding asshole as a trophy wife.

“Do you really think I’m good enough?” she asked, surprising me as her eyes glimmered at the idea.

“Yeah,” I replied, my glove shifting slightly where it sat against her thigh. I wasn’t really touching her. The thick padding of the boxing glove was more than a big enough barrier between us, but I could feel the transfer of the movement against my knuckles just as surely as she could feel it on her leg.

“Then maybe we should be having more of these sessions,” she said slowly, cocking her head a little to see if I might want that. And despite the fact that I’d already had to rearrange my schedule with a bunch of other students to fit in these sessions and I absolutely had no spare time to up her training schedule, I found that I did want that. I really wanted that.

“I can try and find some extra time…maybe on the weekends?” I suggested before I could stop my mouth from running away with me. I’d literally never offered a student a portion of my free time before. That was my own. But this wasn’t just about her training. It was about Saint Memphis too. That was what I cared about. And if it got her out of his clutches a little more often as a bonus then I was even more prepared to do it.

“I’d really like that,” she said, a genuine smile gracing her full lips.

She was still straddling me. We’d both caught our breath, I’d clearly lost our bout, there was no reason for us to be in this position. I should have been telling her to get up, but I didn’t.

Tatum shifted a little like she was thinking the same thing, her back arching as she pressed down on my chest through her gloves like she was about to stand. But she still didn’t. And for a moment, I didn’t feel like I was looking at a student, I was just looking at a girl. A girl with blue eyes which beckoned me to dive into their depths and full lips which were toying with a smile. A girl who was wearing a push-up sports bra that I’d been trying not to notice for the last hour and a girl who was currently sitting with her thighs spread over my hips.

I shifted forward suddenly, sitting up and sliding her back before she got a hint of where my mind had just wandered to from my dick swelling between us.

That would be just what I needed. A student telling the headmaster that I’d tried to dry hump her during a training session. Nice job, asshole.

I pushed her back until her ass hit