Make Me Bad(Private Lessons)

Chapter Nine




Madison





I crack my eyes open and sunlight filters across the bed.

Not my bed.

For a split second, I forget where I am and then I remember that I am in Luc’s apartment, in Luc’s bed.

“Good morning, sleepy head.” Luc murmurs, kissing my forehead.

“Good morning.” I yawn sleepily, “What time is it?”

“Half past ten.”

Well, that explains why I’m still tired. We didn’t go to bed until nearly five this morning.

“Want me to make some coffee?” he asks, running a hand through his hair. Somehow he manages to look even sexier than he did last night. Maybe it’s disheveled hair, or his unshaven stubble. Either way, he’s mouthwatering.

“Sure, but then I’m afraid I have to go.” I do need to get back to my apartment, and while I’m not an expert on these types of relationships, I certainly know enough about overstaying a welcome.

Luc looks sad for just a moment, and then nods. Then, surprising me, he dives under the covers, his mouth grazing my inner thigh.

“Oh!” I cry out, surprised.

“Or we could just stay in bed all day…” comes his muffled voice from under the covers.

I laugh nervously. The sensitive place between my thighs is throbbing due to our activities last night. “I don’t think I can handle any more of that today.” I admit, “Last night was quite the workout.”

He reappears, his eyes dark and serious.

“Are you sore?”

“Yes.”

“Hmmm. I am sorry to hear that, although I like the idea that you’ll be reminded of me all day.”

I gasp. “You’re bad!”

He shrugs, getting out of bed in all his glory. He saunters out of the room, not bothering to don a stitch of clothing.

I am still not that brave, so I throw on my shirt from the night before and slip into the bathroom. I clean myself up the best that I can and get dressed.

I walk into the kitchen and Luc looks me over. “Leaving so soon?”

“Cleo is going to wonder what happened to me if I'm not back before she gets in and I'd rather avoid the interrogation.”

Since my phone has stayed silent, I’m assuming she hasn’t realized that I had a sleepover of my own last night.

We drink our coffee quietly, and Luc’s mood seems slightly morose. I can’t quite place my finger on it.

“Will I see you again soon?” I don’t want to sound desperate, but I’m falling hard for Luc already.

“I’ll see you in class on Tuesday.” he says, matter-of-factly.

“Right. Class.”

“Would you like to see me outside of class?”

“Yes.”

“Let’s talk Tuesday then.”

I have to agree, because it is Sunday, and I don’t want to seem desperate. Tuesday is only two days away. Surely, I can make it that long.

I finish my coffee and stand up. “I should get going.” I hesitate. “Thank you for an amazing night.”

Luc stands and pulls me to him. “Thank you.” He kisses me and then releases me. “Now get out of here, before I tear your clothes off again.”

I giggle and grab my purse, then impulsively give him another kiss. He smiles a real, genuine smile. Then I leave his apartment before I change my mind and stay.