“Why does it have to be me?” She straightens two fingers and strokes the underside of my penis.
The flames spread, crackle. “Because…” My grip on her wrist trembles as air streaks down my nostrils. “Because…”
“I won’t think less of you if we take care of your hardon.”
But I’ll think more of you…
Where the hell did that thought come from?
Another brush of her fingers has my needy dick bobbing.
“Besides, it would be selfish,” she says.
“How would”—my Adam’s apple jerks—“pleasuring me make you selfish?”
“Well, once you’re nice and relaxed, you’ll have more time to make me relaxed.” She gives me a smile that’s shameless and sweet.
It sinks deep, but not in the place she’s still teasing with her fingertips. Higher. In a place that’s supposed to be guarded by bone and good sense.
I’m starting to think I crashed into that bus earlier, and this is a coma dream. Wouldn’t be my first wet dream featuring this woman. I’ve had too many to count since getting my hands on her file.
As though I were leafing through it at that moment, I see the page with the section on sexual preference:
Does not fraternize with college peers
Sexual experience: unknown
Crush: Malachi Hadez.
The thought of him makes me want to taint her with my cum.
“You make a good point,” I finally say, uncuffing her.
This time, her smile is bolder, a swath of white on her goddess face.
Her fingers skim up to the dark-gray band of my briefs that stick out over my joggers. She hooks them and drags them, and my sweatpants, low. The slow drag of her hand, the friction of it, makes my abs clamp down and my hips rut forward.
I plant both palms on the ceiling, fingers spread wide, bracing for what’s to come. “How are you going to get me off, Miss Serran? With your mouth or your hand?”
She shrugs. “Let’s see what you’re packing first.”
A startled snort shoots out of me. “Afraid your jaw can’t stretch wide enough?”
She looks away from the dick she’s about to reveal, plunging her jeweled irises on my face. “You are sonotwhat I was expecting, Cillian Lowry.”
My heart stops and starts at the words—because she means them like a compliment. Like I’m a pleasant surprise.
