Make Me Bad(Private Lessons)

Chapter Seventeen




Madison





I groan softly as Luc kisses me, but I know we can’t do this now.

“Luc,” I moan, “We can’t.”

“Just for a minute,” he breathes, sliding his hands up my shirt, and into the cups of my bra.

“Ohh,” I groan as he squeezes at my breasts, and my nipples harden under his touch.

“You have no idea how much I want you now,” Luc says in a dark voice, bucking his hips against me so that his erection rubs against my sex.

“Mmm, I want you, too, but I need to get back out there.” I force myself to push him away, but he softly pulls me back. He looks at me with dark eyes and then drops to his knees.

“What are you doing?” I squeal.

He looks up at me seductively. “Just a taste.”

He then yanks my leggings down.

Oh. My. God.

His hands grip my thighs, squeezing at my flesh, and then he greedily yanks my underwear down and pushes my legs further apart. Before I can protest, he pushes his face up between my thighs and then I feel his hot breath and his warm, wet tongue.

“Oh god, Luc, you can’t,” I pant; fisting my hands in his hair and leaning my head back against the door for support.

“Try to stop me,” he threatens, and I let out a little moan of pleasure. His tongue laps at me again and again, and I feel like I’m going to lose my mind.

Abruptly, he stops and stands up. “That’s enough for now,” he says, giving me a sexy smile.

“You’re such a tease! I can’t believe you just did that!”

“Are you complaining?”

“No.”

“I’m going to head out there. Fix yourself up and come out a minute later.”

Before I can say anything else, he slips out the door.

I stand there for a moment unable to move. I can’t believe he’s just going back out to the party, acting as if nothing happened after he just buried his face between my legs.

“Holy shit,” I breathe, trying to gather my thoughts. I open the bathroom door, and quickly fix myself up. I then hurry out of the bedroom door, wiping my face blank so no one suspects anything.

Luc is in the kitchen, cutting up more baguette, and everyone else is sitting on the floor and couches, now talking about Versailles.

“Hey!” Cleo says as I approach, “Versailles is going to be amazing, isn’t it?”

I don’t say that I’ve been before with my parents. “Yes! Definitely.” I ease onto the floor, still feeling the burning heat between my legs, and force myself to participate in the discussion about what other sights we can visit while in Paris. I want to volunteer that if anyone knows best it’s Luc because he’s spent so much time here, but I can’t since that would give us away.

“You know what else we could consider?” Luc says, coming back to the group with a plate of fresh baguette slices and softened butter. “We could consider doing a day trip to London.”

“London?” Grace asks, skeptically.

I smile enthusiastically. I love London and it’s actually a great idea. “Yeah! It’s only a couple hours if we take the Eurostar.”

Luc nods. “Maddie’s right. We could head over in the morning, spend the day and then come back in the evening. We don’t have to go together. Or we could all go over together but break up to do separate things. It’s a very easy day trip.”

The group is excited, and everyone starts suggesting different times we could go. More wine is consumed as the night goes on, though I notice that Luc is careful not to drink too much.

I do the same.

The group starts a ridiculous game of charades and I watch with amusement. Luc sits down on the couch next to me.

“Enjoying yourself?” he whispers.

“Sure.”

He keeps his voice low. “Have you told Cleo?”

“Not yet. I thought it would be easier if I waited until after tonight. I didn’t want her to be watching us like a hawk.”

He nods, randomly calling out a guess to the game going on.

“I’m surprised. I thought you would have told her right away.”

“Nope.”

“Can I see you during the week?”

I smile. “I’d like that.”

“How about a real dinner? Just you, me and a nice restaurant?”

My insides get all jumpy and I feel warm all over. I nod, suddenly feeling shy.

“How about Monday night? Should be a quiet night in the city and then I’ll get to see you the next day for lessons.”

“I’d like that.” I take a sip of my wine, feeling giddy.

“Will you tell Cleo before then? If so, I’ll come get you at your apartment.”

“Yes, I’ll tell her by Monday.”

“Good. Text me your address and then I’ll come by at seven.”

Wow! Luc and I were going to have a real date!

He’s quiet for a moment, and I turn my attention back to the game. Cleo is trying to act out a movie and failing miserably.

“Have you been photographed here in Paris?” Luc whispers. “Does the media know who you are? Are you even bothered by the press?”

“I’m not really bothered by the press – that is one of the great things about my parents having kept me out of the limelight. And definitely not bothered here. I don’t think anyone knows me here.”

Luc nods, taking in what I’ve said. “Have you found out if your parents are visiting?”

“No, not yet. I’ll probably check in with my parents tomorrow.”

“Seriously, Jeff? You’re falling asleep!” someone laughs and everyone looks over. Sure enough, Jeff’s head bobs up and he grins sheepishly.


Ava looks at her phone. “It’s after midnight,” she says, stretching her arms up above her head.

“We should probably go,” Grace adds, slowly standing and taking her wine glass with her.

Everyone starts to rise and gather things to clean up. Luc jumps up and starts taking glasses from everyone and tells us not to worry.

“Oh stop,” Ava says, “Don’t be silly.” She picks up a few plates and takes them over to the sink.

A few people say goodbye and leave as the rest of us gather our things and finish picking up the plates. Out of the corner of my eye I see Grace nudge Ava and I hear Ava whisper, “Walk home with Cleo and Maddie.”

What the hell?

I catch Luc’s eye – he’s also happened to see the exchange, and he grimaces, giving me a quick shake of his head.

The rest of the guys leave and it’s just Cleo, Grace, Ava and I left.

“Alright girls,” Cleo says in a loud voice, “Let’s go.”

“Go ahead,” Ava says, “I don’t mind staying to help Luc finish cleaning up. Look at all these dishes!”

“Not a big deal, Ava,” he says dismissively. “I’m tired so I’ll just get them in the morning.”

“But they will be a bitch to rinse in the morning,” she says matter-of-factly, “I’ll help you now and then you can relax in the morning.”

Grace rolls her eyes and grabs her purse. “Just leave her alone,” she whispers to me, “She’s been after him since we arrived.”

The jealous side of me wants to say Well that’s too damn bad because I’m the one who is screwing him.

Instead I wrinkle my nose. “Please. He’s our teacher. I don’t think he’s interested.”

Grace shrugs. “He’s not that much older than us. And he’s definitely hot. I know a few teachers who have hooked up with students back home on campus.”

Of course she did. They were probably all friends of Ava’s. Don’t get me wrong, I really liked Ava; but right now I was seeing red. Not that it was her fault. How was she supposed to know that I was already hooking up with Luc? And she probably trusted us all enough not to say anything should something happen between her and a teacher. Of course, Ava didn’t have as much at stake as I did, so what did she care about other people knowing?

I can tell Grace is annoyed, and isn’t going to battle with Ava. She pulls the door open. “Alright ladies, let’s go,” she says again, motioning to Cleo and me. Cleo doesn’t really seem like she cares what Ava does.

Luc walks coolly over to Ava’s coat and purse and picks them up. He smiles sweetly at Ava and hands them to her.

“Good night, Ava,” he says pointedly, guiding her towards the door.

Ava makes an annoyed scoffing sound, and slightly trips over her feet. Perhaps she’s had more to drink than I thought.

“Whatever,” she grumbles, yanking her purse across her body.

Luc herds us out into the hallway. “See you ladies in class on Tuesday. Make sure you have those melodies transposed.” And with that he shuts the door.

“Do you believe that?” Ava huffs, as we trudge down the steps.

“Please,” Grace says, “You’re drunk.”

“I am not.” Ava trips down the last step and lands in a heap.

Cleo laughs loudly. “You most certainly are. But that was definitely a valiant effort to get into Luc’s pants.”

“Whatever. His loss.” She brushes herself up, tossing her hair back.

“Besides,” Cleo says, “he’s a teacher, not to mention American. Go find yourself some hot French guy.” She gives us all a sly smile. “I promise they won’t disappoint in bed.”

“Cleo!” I exclaim, swatting her.

“What?” she asks innocently. “Philippe is amazing! And it’s fun! We’re going home in six weeks! Live a little.”

“I think Cleo has the right idea,” Grace agrees, “Go find some sexy university student, Ava. Luc is so hot and cold anyway. He always seems to be brooding.”

“He wasn’t brooding tonight,” I can’t help but point out.

“True. But that’s what I mean about hot and cold.”

Cleo nods. “We were just saying that the other week, weren’t we Maddie?”

I nod, because we were talking about his Jekyll and Hyde personality.

“But think about how hot it would be to hook up with your teacher?” Ava moans. “That’s the kind of thing to do in Paris.”

“Well then hook up with one of your French teachers,” Grace stresses, “You can hook up with any American teacher at home.”

Ava nods, slightly mollified, “You’re right. I’m going to find myself a hot French guy.” She twirls around in the street. “You hear that, Paris?” she yells.

We all burst out laughing.

“Shh!” Grace says, tugging on her sleeve. People are staring at us.

Ava ignores her, yelling back into the street. “I’m going to find myself a sexy French man!” she cries.

A few people on the streets hoot and holler back at us.

“Oh my god, you’re embarrassing,” Cleo says. “Get her home, Grace.”

“I’m trying,” Grace says, tugging on Ava’s coat to pull her along. “I didn’t realize she drank so much.”

We reach their building and Grace waves us off as she helps Ava up the stairs.

“Well, that was interesting,” Cleo remarks.

“Yes, it was. Ava’s a bit of a loose cannon.”

Cleo laughs. “Well, those loose cannons are always fun to have around. Always entertaining.” She looks over at me. “You seemed quiet tonight.”

Damn. She’s perceptive and she knows me too well.

“Really?”

“Yeah. You didn’t drink much.”

“I didn’t really feel like it tonight.”

“Everything okay?”

Well, if there was ever a time to tell Cleo, it was now.

“Actually, there is something I want to tell you.”

Cleo stops in the street, staring at me. “Jesus. I knew something was wrong.”

“Oh don’t be so dramatic,” I scold, pulling her along. “It’s not that big of deal.”

Though it kind of was.

“So, what’s going on?”

I look over at her, giving her my most serious face. “You need to swear, and I mean swear that you are not going to say anything.”

Her eyes gleam excitedly. “I swear!”

“No, really, Cleo. I mean it. No one can know. Not Grace, not Ava, not Philippe. No one.”

“Fine, fine, fine. I swear! My lips are sealed! I’m dying to know now.”

I giggle and take a deep breath. “I’m secretly seeing Luc.”

Cleo stares at me blankly as if she doesn’t quite comprehend what I’m saying.

“Wait,” she says, stopping in the street and holding her hand up. “Can you say that again?”

I laugh. “You heard right. I’m seeing Luc – our teacher. I’m sleeping with him.”

“Holy shit!” she cries, waving her arms in the air. “Are you freaking kidding me?”

“No! Come on, let’s keep walking.”

“Oh my god, Maddie! Are you serious? You are sleeping with Luc? The same Luc whose apartment we just left?”

I giggle again. “Yes.”

“Oh my gosh,” Cleo laughs, “And Ava was just throwing herself at him.”

“I know,” I say darkly, “So annoying, but it’s not like she knows.”

“Oh. My. God. I can’t even wrap my head around this! How have you not said anything? For how long?” She peppers me with questions. “How the hell did you not tell me this?” she demands.

“It hasn’t been very long at all,” I say defensively, “and I’m telling you now.”

“You could have told me before we went over tonight!”

“Yeah, so you could watch us all night and smirk.”

She laughs, caught. “Okay, but I need details! Most importantly, how is he in bed? I’m dying to know.”

I giggle again. What the hell? When did I turn into this ridiculous giggling girl?

“He’s amazing,” I say, blushing.

Cleo squeals.

“Totally mind-blowing, unlike-any-other-sex-I’ve-ever-had good!”

“Oh, you lucky bitch!”

“You just said that sleeping with Luc would be boring! You were telling Ava to go find a French man.”

“Well, yeah, because she was embarrassing herself! But don’t get me wrong! Sleeping with any teacher is hot, especially if they look like Luc. Oh my god! I cannot believe this! Madison Evans, this is downright scandalous! I’m shocked!”

“I know! I can’t believe it myself. But I can’t stay away. I can’t stop. He’s just too damn good!”

“Okay, okay. When did this start?”

“Barely two weeks ago. And we’ve only hooked up a few times. But we saw each other yesterday, and we kind of agreed to see each other more. We both really like each other.”

“So wait? This is more than just screwing?”

“Well, kind of. Though, that seems to be the most important thing,” I admit. “But I really like his company, and I like being with him. I want to do things with him outside the bedroom too.”


“You sound like a freaking grown up! This is insane.”

We’re heading up the stairs to our apartment now.

“Look Cleo, I wanted to tell you because you’re my best friend and I don’t want to lie to you or go sneaking around behind your back. But Luc and I have to keep this completely quiet because he could lose his job and it could be really bad for both of our reputations. It could ruin my career before it starts, and not just because my parents are famous. People would see me as just a fame whore, trying to better my career by sleeping with him. Neither of us wants that.”

“Of course, I understand. It makes sense. I swear I won’t say anything.” She shakes her head in wonder. “You seriously amaze me sometimes, Maddie.”

“Alright, freak,” I say as we enter our apartment, “enough excitement for the night. I’m going to bed.”

“Goodnight you little whore,” she calls out playfully. I roll my eyes and head back into my room.

~~~

Sunday and Monday seem to crawl by, but finally it’s nearly seven on Monday night. Cleo is sprawled out on the couch with some of her textbooks, and she has finally stopped grilling me with questions about Luc.

I feel like I’ve just spent the past thirty-six hours dissecting every single moment I’ve ever spent with Luc. Needless to say, I am exhausted.

I walk into our living room and Cleo raises her eyebrows at me over her book.

“Looking good,” she smirks.

“Shut up.”

I’m dressed in a pleated gray skirt with black boots and a simple black top.

“Very naughty school girl,” Cleo laughs.

I was second-guessing my outfit and now I’m worried. I hurry over to a mirror that hangs by the door to reassess my outfit.

“Oh stop,” she teases, “I’m just kidding. You look amazing. I’m sure Luc won’t be able to keep his hands off you.”

Before I can respond, there’s a knock at the door. Cleo puts her book down, and eagerly sits up on the couch.

“It’s not a damn show,” I hiss, going to open the door. I’m not sure why I’m so anxious.

I pull the door open to find Luc looking as handsome and dangerous as ever. His hair is less messy than normal, but he’s wearing dark-framed glasses that give his face a whole new level of sexy. He’s dressed in a fitted gray shirt that accents his trim physique, with a distressed black blazer and worn in jeans.

Talk about looking good enough to eat.

I was almost panting.

“Maddie,” he says, his voice raw and intense.

“Hi,” I say softly, leaning in to kiss his cheek. He gently grabs me around the waist, holding on just a little too long. I finally pull away and hold the door open. “Come on in.”

He steps into our apartment and he lets out a low whistle. “You didn’t tell me you had an apartment like this.”

Embarrassed, I bite down on my bottom lip. “You didn’t ask.”

“No. I didn’t.”

He finally notices Cleo. “Hello Cleo.”

“Hi Luc,” she says, grinning madly.

“Oh, get over yourself,” I can’t help but say, tossing a throw pillow at Cleo.

She laughs and gets off the couch. “You two behave yourselves tonight,” she calls over her shoulder, sashaying into the kitchen. “And if you plan on coming back here, send me a text so I know to put on my white noise machine!”

“Oh my god,” I mutter, “She’s unbelievable.”

Once Cleo is out of sight, Luc wraps his hands around my hips and pulls me to him. He kisses me slowly and deeply, and I lose myself in the kiss, sighing happily as I kiss him back.

“I thought about you all day,” I admit, tucking my hands into the back pockets of his jeans, feeling his ass through the material.

“Oh, really?”

“Yes.”

“And what exactly did you think about?”

“This.” I kiss him harder this time, and he groans, pulling me tightly to him.

“If we don’t get out of here soon, I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop,” he warns.

I laugh and gently pull away. He takes my hand in a sweet gesture and looks around the spacious apartment again.

“Your parents?” he asks. His voice is free of judgment.

I nod. “They don’t usually do things like this,” I confess. “This is a rare exception. I guess you could say, they splurge when it counts.”

He nods thoughtfully. “Yes, I would say this is a great splurge.” He continues to stare at our unbelievable view of the Seine and the Eiffel Tower. “Why have we been wasting time at my apartment?” he jokes.

“Because we can run around naked there?”

He laughs loudly. “Yes, I suppose that’s one reason.”

“I’ll make sure we can spend naked time here too when Cleo is out.”

“Mmm,” he says in a low voice, “that sounds perfect.”

I grab my coat and we head out into the hallway.

“And are you trying to drive me crazy?” he asks, looking over at me.

“Excuse me?”

“This outfit of yours? Are you trying to stop this dinner before it happens?”

I stick out my chin. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“The hell you do,” he says darkly. “As if the fact that you’re my student isn’t bad enough, you wear this little seductive skirt, just begging me to bend you over and have my way with you.”

I gasp at his language.

“Don’t deny it,” he continues.

I shake my head. “Cleo called it a ‘naughty school girl’ skirt.”

“Well she was right. You look like you need a good spanking.”

I’m so turned on I can barely breathe. This was definitely going to be a night to remember.