“August,” I start again. “We can’t let anyone know. I covered it because people might ask questions.”
He lets my hair go and I pull my head down. He’s watching me, expression tense.
“I said I didn’t like it. I didn’t tell you not to cover it. I know what the consequences will be if people find out, Luna. But it still pisses me off not being able to see my mark on you.”
“Oh,” I say lamely.
One corner of his mouth tips up. “Now it’s time for me to eat.”
I nod, keeping the disappointment off my face, and say, “Okay.”
I drop my hands, intending to turn and grab my stuff, but I’m stopped when his hands grip my hips.
“Where are you going?”
I frown. “I thought we were—”
I don’t get to finish my sentence. One moment, I’m standing in front of him, and the next Mr. Monroe picks me up and sets me on the edge of his desk.
“I said it was time for me to eat.” He drops to his knees. “And that’s what I intend to do.” He finishes his statement by flipping up my skirt and wedging my knees apart.
“What?” I protest. “No, we can’t do that here! Someone might come in.”
He lifts his head, and the look he gives me has moisture soaking my panties.
“Oh, we’re definitely doing it. And once I’ve had my fill, I’ll be filling your mouth.” His hands slip up my thighs, stopping when the tips of his finger meet the edge of my panties. “No one is going to come in. They’re all at lunch.”
“August,” I try again, but his name is the only word that comes out, because he latches his lips around my clit and sucks hard. I moan, and all thought of stopping this flies out the window. Instead, I grow bold and grab his hair in both hands and pull him closer. My head falls back, and little moans of pleasure leave my lips.
God, that feels so good.
My stomach muscles tighten and my legs quiver. Oral sex has always interested me, but I had no idea it felt this good. My mouth waters at the thought of what comes after this. Sucking Mr. Monroe’s cock is intimidating—what if I’m terrible at it—but I’m no less looking forward to trying it.
He lifts my legs higher and throws them over his shoulder. Using a finger, he inserts it into my hole and begins pumping it in and out. The pressure of having his finger inside me, coupled with the little prickles on his cheeks and chin heighten my need to come.
My toes curl and flutters form in my belly. I’m right on the edge of falling over a blissful cliff, when all of a sudden something over by the door catches my attention. My head jerks around and my whole body freezes.
Standing just inside the door, her mouth agape and her wide eyes pinned on Mr. Monroe kneeling in front of me, is Aleah. Mr. Monroe is no longer licking me, but he’s looking back at Aleah.
She takes two steps back, her mouth opening and closing. Finally, she mutters, “Sorry.” Then spins on her heel, and rushes away.
The moment she’s gone, I roughly shove at Mr. Monroe’s shoulders. He gets to his feet and allows me enough room to get down from the desk. I quickly push down my dress.
“Oh my God,” I whisper in horror. “I can’t believe that just happened.”
I look at Mr. Monroe, and the situation becomes all too real and even more mortifying. He’s not looking at me with worry. Nope, his expression is filled with satisfaction. How in the hell can he be happy about this? And what’s worse is that his mouth and chin glisten with my juices.
“Why in the hell aren’t you freaking out?” I ask, my voice pitched loud, as I run to the back of the room to grab my bag. “She could tell everyone! My dad will kill you if he finds out.”
“I doubt things would be that dramatic.” He stands there with his hands stuffed in his pocket, casually leaning back against his desk, like we just didn’t get caught with his head between my legs. “Besides, Aleah will keep her mouth shut.”
I glare at him over my shoulder. “You can’t know that.”
“I can.”
“How can you possibly know that?”
“Because I know something about Miss Channing that she doesn’t want anyone to know about. She’ll keep this secret, I can guarantee that.”