“Are you going to come for me, sweetheart?”
I mumble out some kind of incoherent reply as I reach back and grip his forearm for stability. He’s hooked one arm onto my hip and that’s the one I aim for.
“That’s right,” he groans. “Come for me. Give me all that tight little pussy has.”
I love that I’m giving myself to him. I love that he appreciates how tight I am, how wound I am, how much I need him.
My breath quickens and a scream I’ve been holding echoes out louder than I’d planned.
Gage grips me tighter and thumps into me hard as I begin to tip over the edge. He leans into the back of my neck and kisses the soft flesh behind my ear. He’s coming undone. His thrusting is more erratic, more brutal than it had been.
“Fuck. I’m going to come,” he groans. “I don’t know if I can pull out.”
“Don’t pull out,” I pant. “I want your come. I want all of you.”
He grips me tighter and leans into my ear again. “You could get pregnant. I should pull out.”
“I want whatever you give me, professor. Just fuck me the way I’m meant to be fucked.”
With that, a growl slips his lips, and he drives into me harder, until a knock at the door slows us.
Damn it. What the hell is going on? I can’t take another stop and play. I need him.
“Professor Hill?” It’s the dean, and the door is unlocked. “What’s going on in there?”
Gage starts to pull out, but I hold him in place, and reach toward the door to lock it. The clicking of the lock screams in my ear as I hold Gage’s arm tighter.
“Keep going,” I whisper. “I need you’re come.”
He hesitates for a second. I hear the rumble of indecision in his throat. Then suddenly, he snaps. With rough need, he slams into me with a desire that’s brutal and unforgiving.
I explode.
Showers of electricity wave throughout my body, setting me ablaze with heat and warmth until Gage too is coming, biting gently at the back of my neck as he thrusts.
“I should’ve been stronger,” he whispers, peppering kisses down over my back as he pulls out, twisting toward me for a long kiss. “She knows what we’re doing in here.”
“It’s not your fault. I came here. I begged you to fuck me. I made you finish. This is on me.”
He shakes his head and holds me against his chest. “Maybe I can catch her before she leaves. She didn’t see anything. We could blame the banging on a lodged door. Hell, she didn’t even know you were in my office.”
“She could know if she wanted to. There’re cameras everywhere.”
“Right,” he says, exhaling. “The cameras.”
The door knocks again. “You two can open the door. I hear everything you’re saying.” The dean’s voice is stern and unrelenting.How long has she been listening? Did she stay unmoving while we orgasmed? Seems to me she’s the real perv here.
When we’ve both dressed, Gage grips either side of my shoulders, and looks toward me. “Whatever happens here, I’m going to take care of us. This isn’t your fault.”
I hum a reply, but my stomach tightens as he opens the door, and we stare back at the dean who doesn’t look as forgiving.
“Explanations are in order, I would guess,” she demands, standing in the doorway in a dark blue blazer and heels. This is the first I’ve really looked at her—she’s beautiful with short blonde hair and perfectly white teeth.
“It’s my fault.” Gage says. “I… I seduced her. I—”
“He didn’t seduce me. I wanted him. I still want him. This was mutual, so whatever trouble he’s in, I should be in too.”
The dean shakes her head and looks to the right of the hall with a superfluous grin that’s unsettling. “Was this really worth risking your degree for, Ms. Baxter?”