In one movement, he picked me up and put me back in my office chair, then dropped to his knees.
And the sight of him under my desk, between my knees, looking up at me like I was the only thing he wanted in the world… sent a violent tremor of desire through me.
“This crosses every line.”
His hands glided over my legs, fingertips feather-light and teasing. “That’s what makes it so fuckinghot.”
Jace came up to kiss me. His mouth trailed down my neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks. I clutched his shoulders, the thrill inside me spiking. My office hours didn’t end for another forty minutes, and voices echoed in the hall outside. Any knock, a glance through the slats of the window blinds, and we could be caught.
He popped each of my blouse buttons as he made his way down. His hot breath teased my nipples under the thin fabric of my lace bra as he slipped my panties off and spread my legs wide open.
I gripped the armrest of my chair, heart pounding at the vulnerability. Footsteps passed in the hall, and I froze.
“This is crazy,” I hissed down at him.
But then his hot breath hit my exposed pussy, and I lost all coherent thought. His mouth latched on, tongue sliding flat between my wet folds, lapping my juices like a starving man. I bit my lip to stifle a cry, legs quivering as he sucked my swollen clit.
“Fuck, Jace,” I whispered, head craning back and another moan escaping my throat.
“Yes, Professor Carrington.”
I moaned even louder.
“You like being called that, don’t you?”
“Mmm hmm.”
I scooted forward on my chair to give him more access. Every inch I moved was a betrayal of myself, of the rules I’d built my career around. I could feel the heat pooling low, my muscles clenching despite every rational thought screaming at me to stop. He nipped at my thighs as he inserted two fingers slowly before going back to work on my clit with his tongue.
He growled into my pussy, vibrations thrumming along my nerve endings in a way that made my head spin. Shame and need tangled together like a living thing inside me.
Doing this here is a mistake. I could lose everything.
And yet every nerve in my body burned for more.
He curled his fingers, applying steady pressure to my G-spot while his lips sealed around my swollen clit, sucking relentlessly. Slurping sounds filled the office, wet and obscene. Every little noise seemed amplified in the quiet room. Each slick, greedy sound pulled me closer and made it impossible to think about anything else. My pulse hammered in my ears as the rhythm between us became all-consuming.
A knock echoed from down the hall, not ours, but close. Panic surged, but so did the pleasure within my core, my walls clenching around his fingers. “I think… someone… is coming…”
He didn’t stop, though. His tongue flicked faster, fingers pumping inside me. “I want it to be you. Come on my face, Professor.”
The possibility of being heard and the unrelenting attention from his tongue sent me over the edge. I shattered against his mouth and chin, gripping a handful of his hair as my thighs quaked and my entire body shuddered with release.
By the time he stood again, my head was spinning, and my legs felt boneless. He kissed me, slow and hungry, tasting of everything he’d just done to me, and I moaned into his mouth, pulling him closer.
“Get up,” he murmured against my lips.
I blinked, breathless. “Why?”
“Because I’m not done with you yet.”
A helpless shiver ran through me. Because, God help me, I didn’t care if the Dean walked in with the whole faculty in tow. All I wanted was more of Jace.
He turned me, guiding me firmly over the surface of my desk. I obeyed, ass up on the desk, a stack of papers crunching underneath us. My pulse hammered, and part of me hated howeasyit was to lose myself.
He unzipped, his thick cock springing free, thick and hot, and I couldn’t help the shiver that ran through me. His Tinder profile included a recent medical report—he was clean, and so was I, and I didn’t want a condom to separate us.
Apparently, neither did he.
