I knew I shouldn’t want this, but the moment he slid into me, stretching me wide in a fierce thrust, all my caution dissolved. My walls clenched around him, hungry, desperate, betraying whatever judgment remained.
I gripped the back of his neck, and he leaned forward until his forehead rested against mine. His chest heaved as he savored themoment, one hand sliding down my hip until he was squeezing my thigh.
And then his restraint ran out.
He pounded into mehard, desk shaking, hips slapping loudly against my skin. Each of his needful thrusts bottomed out inside, filling every square inch of my inner walls. The risk of what we were doing amplified everything. Voices in the hall, a laugh nearby. If someone knocked, it would take us way too long to get dressed and open the door.
I could feel him pressing into me, claiming me. A small, guilty part of me reveled in it, because being this close to being caught was dangerous and intoxicating.
“We shouldn’t…”
“Shouldn’t… what?” he said, thrusting into me with each word.
“You feel amazing,” I moaned instead, running my fingertips over his chest.
“That’s what I thought.” He grabbed my hips like his life depended on it, fucking me faster, with more urgency.
“Yes,” I breathed. “Harder.”
“Say it again,” he commanded.
“Harder,” I repeated, on the edge of losing myself. “Harder.”
A knock at the door made us freeze. “Professor Carrington?”
Fuck.
“Shh,” Jace said. “Pretend you’re not here.”
But he began moving again, sliding in and out with agonizing slowness. A shiver of pleasure ran up my spine, and a fresh cry of pleasure threatened to escape my lips.
Jace’s free hand clamped over my mouth, his body covering mine like a shield, but he didn’t pull out. Instead, he ground slow circles, the head of his cock teasing my depths.
We hung on the edge. The door handle rattled, a sharp twist that sent ice through my veins even as Jace’s cock throbbed deep inside me.
“Professor Carrington, are you in there?”
Panic clawed at me, but Jace’s grip tightened, his strength holding me firmly in place. I held my breath, eyes wide and locked on the shadow outside the window.
It lingered, and the knob jiggled once more. Jace’s fingers bruised my hip, holding me impaled, his breath ragged. Pleasure and panic warred, my clit throbbing untouched, orgasm teetering on the brink.
One heartbeat passed.
Two.
Then the voices moved on. “I guess we missed her…”
Relief washed through me, warm and dizzying, as footsteps drifted farther down the hall.
The moment they were gone, Jace’s thumb slid between us and began circling my clit.
I gasped, gripping the edge of the desk so tightly my knuckles ached. Every nerve in my body lit up, and I couldn’t help the broken moan that escaped my throat.
“Oh, my God…”
“Lila.”
“Don’t call me that,” I begged. “Call me…”
