Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 63733 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63733 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Jen swallowed. “I’d rather have the real thing. What you did to Trick…for example. Have you ever done that with a woman?”
“Do you need me to say it? Yes, I want your ass.” He pressed on the plug again before digging his fingers into the flesh of her cheeks. “Each time you brushed against me when you were wrapped in my cape, I wanted to lift up your skirt and take you.”
“I might have done that on purpose.”
“You deserve to be spanked right now, but if I bent you over I’d have to take that plug out and show you exactly what I did to Trick. How it felt.” She was soaking his erection with a fresh flood of arousal and he swallowed, desperate to taste her again.
Her eyes were wide. As if she were looking at a different person. And in a way, Declan knew she was. He was hanging on by a thread. “I could take you right now.”
She licked her lower lip. “Okay.”
“Okay?” He shook his head. She couldn’t say that. Not now. Not when he was so close to losing it. “No, it’s not okay, Jennifer. The things I want to do to you aren’t okay.”
That didn’t stop his hips from pumping against her, his erection grinding against her heat again and again, until he knew he was in danger of embarrassing himself.
“This is crazy,” he groaned. “Do you—are you on the pill?”
Jennifer shivered. “Yes. And I get tested at the clinic…I mean, I’m safe.”
She was anything but safe. “I am too, but you can never be too careful. I’m always careful, Jennifer. Always. But now? I don’t have a condom handy and there are fifty people on the other side of this wall but all I can think about is how good it would feel to get inside you without anything between us. To know my come is dripping down your legs when you walk back to your seat in your pretty white dress.”
“Oh God.”
Exactly. “But I won’t. You and Trick may be having wild sex every night, but I can’t afford to—”
“We haven’t,” she interrupted, a catch in her voice as she reacted to his words. “I’ve asked. I’ve wanted to, but he won’t. For two months he’s touched me, kissed me and given me orgasms, but nothing else. I think he’s waiting for you.”
Trick, what are you doing to this poor girl? To me? Some caveman remnant was sneaking out from under his inner rock and demanding he claim her first.
Who are you trying to fool?
It was more than a remnant. Trick wanted him to have her. She was offering herself. She was responsive. So wet and tight and ready, he could have her right now. There was time and she was protected. Just once.
No.
Declan let her go and stepped back, running a shaking hand over his face before reaching for his zipper. He couldn’t let himself look at her again. “The movie’s almost over. We need to straighten up and I need a few minutes alone so I don’t embarrass myself before my next class.”
For the first time Jen looked uncertain. “Okay.” She shrugged her cardigan back over her shoulders and buttoned her sundress, trying and failing to fix her underwear.
“I’m sorry. I swear, I only meant to apologize. I went too far.” The second I had you alone. He looked down at his pants, forcing his erection back inside with a wince. “Trick has a lot to answer for.”
When she didn’t respond he looked up to find her glaring at him, her arms crossed indignantly. “What did I say?”
“Talking after intimate moments seems to be an issue for you. Have you always been prone to self-sabotage?”
He frowned. “Are you analyzing me?”
“I may be in braids but I’m not in grade school.” She took a step closer. “I’m twenty-six. I’ve gotten my bachelor’s degree, been engaged to an idiot, gotten chained and flogged and yes—had sex in a sadist’s paradise. More recently, I’ve been stalked by a private investigator who likes to bite and stick his tongue up my ass and tell me what to wear while talking about how great you are in bed. Don’t let the sweet dress fool you, Professor. I’m not a child and I make my own decisions. This situation is on all three of us.”
He knew he was staring at her with his mouth open like an asshole, but he couldn’t help it. And she wasn’t finished. “As to the fraternization issue? I get the rules about teacher-student relations in theory, but I think there should be exceptions for returning students and bonus points for life experience. People should be allowed to pursue both higher learning and sexual partners simultaneously, as long as no favoritism is shown.”
He started to respond but then she pointed at him accusingly. “And anyway, I’m not the one who couldn’t keep his hands off my body or his tongue out of my pussy in the middle of an educational documentary. Now I won’t have notes for the quiz on Thursday and I’ll have to eat my sexual frustration at the commissary’s dessert buffet, because just like the man you have no problem fraternizing with, you give me the icing but none of the cake. You’re both all foreplay and no finish. And I’m not a halfway kind of girl.”