Voyeur Read Online Fiona Cole

Categories Genre: Erotic, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 96007 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 480(@200wpm)___ 384(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
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I jerked her up and leaned forward, meeting her half way to smash my lips against hers, tasting myself on her tongue. Each time she fell to her knees for me, my heart damn near exploded at her gift. Not the blow job itself, but the intimacy, the future, the freedom, the room to breathe without my past constantly taking up space inside me. I wondered if she saw it. Saw the gratitude and . . . Not necessarily love, but it was something I’d never felt before. I couldn’t help but feel like it poured from my expression, and I wondered if she noticed.

I wondered if, maybe, she felt it too.

“I told you to call me Cal when I’m inside you,” I murmured against her mouth.

She nipped playfully at mine. “I’m feeling extra naughty today. I wanted to be a student at her teacher’s feet sucking his cock.”

“God,” I growled, my heart thumping harder. “I should be worried by how much that turns me on.”

“It’s just me, so it’s okay,” she said before blowing me a kiss.

Oaklyn sat back on her heels and began buttoning her shirt, her red lipstick smeared. I had no doubt that it coated my own lips, and when I looked down to my softening cock, there were red streaks there too.

Knowing our time left was limited, I ignored my twitching dick and tucked it back in my pants. Lunch was almost over.

“Aren’t you going to wipe yourself off?” she asked.

“I’ll save it for later in the shower. I can rub it off with my fist as I think of you and how the lipstick got there.”

Her lids slid closed over her golden eyes, like she was imagining the scene I’d described. Then she stood with her hand out. “Can I have my panties, please?”

When she first walked in, I’d locked the door and sat her up on my desk, slipping the material down her legs and burying my tongue between her thighs. Leaning back in my chair, I smirked, not moving to retrieve the lace from my pocket.

“I think I’ll hold on to these today.”

“Callum,” she admonished.

“You can always come by tonight and pick them up,” I offered hopefully. The smirk slipped from my face when she didn’t answer and looked away. “Let me guess, work?”

“I’m sorry. I would much rather be with you tonight.”

I knew she would, and I hated the way I couldn’t control the disappointment in my tone. I just missed her. It was midterms week, so she didn’t have to come in for her work study programs, and if she wasn’t studying, then she was working at Voyeur.

It was selfish of me to even have these emotions. She had formed circles under her eyes in the last week and still managed to see me whenever she had time. She was working harder than I could imagine, and I was pouting like a damn child. I had more control than this.

“I know you would.” I gave her a reassuring smile and stood to wrap her in my arms.

She pressed up on her toes and kissed the dimple in my chin. “I have to go. I have one more midterm before the day is over.”

“Okay. Let me make sure no one is outside.”

I reluctantly let go and made sure the coast was clear. Then with one last kiss, Oaklyn left.

I spent the afternoon struggling to grade exams as my mind kept wandering to her working tonight. The more my focus slipped away, the more irritated I got. I had to stop marking papers when my irritation slipped through my work, and I began making snarky comments on them. This wasn’t me. I loved teaching and I was always calm and cool, no matter what.

When someone knocked on the door, I snapped, “What?”

Donna peeked her head in with raised eyebrows. “Rough day?”

Taking a deep breath, I ran my hands across my face. “Sorry, Donna. Just a long day.”

“It’s okay,” she said with a reassuring smile. “I just wanted to let you know I’m heading out.”

“Okay. Thank you. Have a great night.”

“You too. Get some rest.”

I took another deep breath, taking in the neat piles alphabetized and evenly aligned on my desk. Looking at the clock and seeing it was already five-thirty, I decided to call it a day and head home.

Once I’d arrived home, I stuck my hand in my pocket when my fingers collided with a piece of fabric. Pulling it out, I stared at the black lacy material before curling my fists tight around it, imagining her naked at Voyeur now as someone looked on. I shoved the lace back in my pocket and stomped over to the wet bar and poured until the glass was over half-full. I downed it in one go and filled it up again, gabbing the bottle and heading toward the living room. Maybe some television would distract me.


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