A half smile spread across my face as that delicious, familiar heat pooled in my belly. “Well, that depends. What exactly did you have in mind?”
Her fingers trailed down my chest, her touch inflaming me even through the fabric of my shirt. When she reachedthe waistband of my shorts, her hand dipped lower, palm pressing against my rock-hard shaft.
“Oh, I have all sorts of ideas,” she murmured, her voice husky.
My breath caught in my throat. This was my by-the-book, spreadsheet-loving Jules. And she was so much more.
“Care to share some of those ideas?” I managed to choke out, my voice embarrassingly strained.
Instead of answering, Jules sank to her knees, her hands working at the button of my shorts. My heart thundered in my chest as she took me into her mouth. Our eyes stayed locked.
Holy shit.
Her tongue swirled around me, achingly slow, and I couldn’t hold back the groan that escaped. My hands found their way into her hair, not guiding, just needing something to hold onto as waves of pleasure washed over me.
“God,” I breathed, my eyes screwing shut as she continued her torturously slow pace. “You’re killing me here.”
I felt more than heard her laugh, a vibration that made me grit my teeth to hang on. I forced my eyes open, needing to see her. The sight of her looking up at me, those bright eyes filled with desire, nearly undid me right there.
I took a shuddering breath, summoning every ounce of willpower I possessed, and took a step back. With a gentle tug on her arm, I urged Jules to her feet.
Her eyes widened in surprise when I picked her up and set her on the table, gently brushing the scavenger hunt items to the side. I lifted her shirt off and unhooked her bra, then removed my own shirt. When I hooked myfingers into the waistband of her shorts, she raised her hips, helping me slide them off.
I paused, drinking in the sight of her. My hands trailed up her thighs, savoring the softness of her skin.
“You’re so beautiful.”
Her chest moved with the force of her breathing. “Eli, I want you so bad.”
I silenced her with a deep, ravenous kiss. Then I trailed my lips down her neck, her collarbone, one beautiful, perfect breast and the other. Then lower still.
Her breath hitched as I settled between her legs. Her taste was intoxicating, and I lost myself, my tongue exploring every inch of her. Jules’s cries filled the room, her hips bucking wildly as I brought her closer and closer to the edge, committing every gasp and shudder to memory. Her fingers gripped my hair, urging me closer.
“Oh God,” she whimpered. “Right there.”
She was usually so controlled, so measured. But not now. Now she unraveled beneath my touch. And only I knew this other side of her. I mapped her with the same precision she used at work. Every response. Every breath and gasp. Cataloging. Analyzing. Destroying her composure inch by deliberate inch.
Her fingers gripped me tight. Her breath came in short, ragged bursts that echoed through the empty classroom.
“Yes…” she moaned.
And I was relentless. Determined to make her cry out. To shatter every professional wall she’d ever constructed. Her thighs trembled against my shoulders as I built her up higher and higher. And then, with a final flick of my tongue, she shattered, her climax pulsing through her. I held her steady as she came apart, my name a breathless chant on her lips.
I fumbled for the condom in my wallet, nearly dropping it in my haste. Still on the table, Jules watched me with hooded eyes, her chest heaving. “Come here.” She pulled me close.
I slid into her with a groan, overwhelmed by the sensation. She was so warm and ready. We moved together urgently, the pent-up desire and frustration finally unleashed. The table creaked beneath us, but I couldn’t have cared less.
“Jules,” I panted, “you feel amazing.”
She responded by wrapping her legs tighter around my waist, drawing me deeper. My world narrowed to this woman beneath me, around me—her heat, her rhythm, the way she arched her back. Every thrust felt like a revelation, like coming home. She was liquid fire around me, tight and soft and impossibly responsive. Her fingers dug into my back, making me hiss with pleasure and pain in equal measure.
The tension built, coiling tighter and tighter until it snapped. We cried out, clinging to each other as waves washed over us. Nothing else existed but this connection.
As our breathing slowed, I gazed into her eyes.
“You’re the one for me,” I said softly, hoping she understood the weight of those words. “I hope you know that.”
She nodded, a smile rising on her face as she brushed away a bead of sweat from my cheek. “I do, because you’re the one for me.” She barked a laugh, and it sounded slightly bewildered. “Never thought a philosophy of duct tape and beer would rub off on me. But turns out? It was exactly what I needed.”
We both started laughing.
Loud.
Uninhibited.
Completely, perfectly us.
