We fall back onto the mattress together, his hands on my face. His eyes are exhausted but content, capturing my own. I wish I could say something funny or sarcastic, to downplay everything that’s happened. I wish I could escape from potential disaster before it’s too late, before I risk everything. But his mouth curls into a beaming, beautiful smile, and all I can do is lift my head and meet his lips, feeling him inside me once again, at least for an instant.
“What do you think, Headmistress?” he asks, pulling away from me and looking me in the eyes. “A little chocolate to get our strength back up? There’s a dessert waiting for you in the living room.”
“Who said I needed to get my strength back?”
He gets up onto his knees, and I lift myself up, too, leaning my elbows on the bed.
“Let’s just say that you’ll need it for the next round.”
I look at him, amused.
“You saidall night– remember?”
Something unwelcome shifts around in my chest.
“And I fully intend to make the most of every minute.”
Niall
Iget up and watch her for a few moments, as she stretches herself out across the mattress.
“What are you looking at?”
“You know exactly what I’m looking at – don’t pretend you’re all innocent.”
She rolls her eyes and sits up, pulling her hair into a messy bun on her head and leaving her soft, white neck exposed. I’ll never be able to look at her the same way in those prim, sensible clothes she wears for work; not after knowing what’s underneath.
“Weren’t you supposed to go and get the desserts?”
“I’m going, I’m going…” I smile at her. “I like it when you’re bossy.”
“I’m not bossy.”
“No?”
“You promised me chocolate, so I’m waiting for chocolate,” she says, her tone serious, lifting one eyebrow.
Under her gaze, I feel a stirring in my crotch. I watch as she tries not to laugh, before biting her lip; my dick has leaped fully back to attention.
It had disappeared for nine months; now, all it takes is one look from her, and it’s back, in all its glory.
I’m not just fucked: I’m swimming in a whole sea of shit.
I walk out of the room backwards, my eyes never leaving her, before turning and heading into the living room. Our desserts are still sitting obediently on the coffee table. I pick them up, padding into the kitchen in search of something to drink. As I open the fridge, Caramel appears at my feet, weaving around my ankles. I grab the milk and pour some into her bowl, then pull out a bottle of wine, taking everything through to the bedroom.
Jordan knows exactly what my intentions are the second she sees me.
“Are you trying to get me drunk?”
Maybe a little, even though I prefer it when she’s fully aware of everything that’s happening between us. It stops her from regretting it the next day.
“I just thought a glass of wine would go well with the chocolate.”
I pass her the dessert, and she immediately plunges her fork into it, scooping up a generous portion and bringing it to her mouth. She closes her eyes in pleasure, my erection growing even bigger.
“Let me try…” I lean towards her and lick at the chocolate around her lips. “I need to re-evaluate it.”
“I think you should think about it.”
