“No. It’s not,” I murmured as if hypnotized, my breathing shallow.
“A few mistakes wouldn’t hurt, Isabella.” His breaths tickled my ears, relaxing my senses, sending a strong throb between my legs. “Someone like you should be cut some slack. Someone like you deserves to be happy.”
“Someone like me?”
“An amazing person who has suffered much more than any of the snobs who made the rules standing between people’s happiness.”
His words seeped into my pores like a drug. I looked at him over my shoulder, his face more attractive up close. I’d never taken notice of the shape of his lips. Staring at them longer than usual was painful. I felt as if I was going to come just by looking at them, imagining the taste and texture and strength of their kisses.
“You want me to be happy, Damien?” Who was that woman speaking now? That was not what I called my boss. That was not my voice. I’d never speak that seductively or assertively not even to a stripper dancing on my lap.
“More than anything,” he murmured.
Dazed, I felt as if I was having an out of body experience, watching from afar my life turning into one of my favorite reverse harem books ever.
I’d fucked my co-teacher, my student and now I wanted to bend over for my boss.
Yeah, that will make me happy.
Oh, note to self: add Kayden to the harem. I’ll be sandwiched between the twins while Joshua and Damien take care of my holes.
My big, wet pussy agreed with a double clench.
Second note to self: keep a pair of fresh panties in your bag if your pussy is incapable of staying dry around any man in this damned school.
“A beautiful woman like you should feel nothing but happiness.” Damien’s breaths danced on my lips, getting too close to mine. “So take what’s yours, Isabella. No one needs to know. No one.”
The next thing I knew, our tongues were twirling together, and his hand was in my bra. The kiss tasted like sin concentrate. The perfect way he cupped my breast made me wet like I’d never been before.
He knew exactly how I wanted to be touched, how I wanted to be kissed, as though he’d been watching me my whole life, learning, taking notes, preparing for the moment when he would have his hands on me.
His free fingers dipped to my waist and found their way beneath my skirt. He slipped beneath the soaked lace of my panties and slid a finger over my clit, dipping down into my hot juices.
My heart pounded with a mixture of excitement and anxiety. “We’re in your office,” I said against his mouth, and then our tongues met again.
“I’m aware.”
“Anyone could come in and see us,” I reminded myself between kisses.
He entered me with his middle finger, then added another. He moved his thumb in small circles, but kept his fingers pressed deep, unmoving. “And you’re getting wetter by the second because of it.”
Once again, I was letting my pussy take my reason away, hide it in this dark corner where I couldn’t find it.
This was wrong on all levels, and my clit was already so protruded and engorged I felt I was going to come any second. I liked wrong. Loved it. Got off on it. And this man, Damien Pattison, who moved his fingers as if he knew where every nerve and fold of my pussy were by heart, was a force of energy I was unable to pull out of his orbit.
I couldn’t fathom how, in the span of a few minutes, I was afraid he would expose or fire me, and now I was letting him finger fuck me in his office and was fucking happy about it.
I stared at his arm, his dress shirt peeking out from his suit jacket, and could feel him watching every single breath I took, every gasp and every time I bit my lip to keep from making a sound.
His knowing touch built a heavy ache in my belly, and I pushed into him, wanting more.
Footsteps echoed behind the closed door, but Damien moaning my name eclipsed the sound. I moved my head to the side, watching the shadows of people passing by the office behind the tainted glass.
“Look at you,” Damien said, leaning to kiss my neck just below my ear. His breath was warm on my skin, and I was torn between focusing on his touch and fretting about the people walking right outside. The combination of his touch and the fear of being caught almost made me fall to pieces.
As if he knew this, Damien murmured, “No one out there knows you’re about to come all over my hand.”
He pressed his thumb hard into my clit. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from crying out. “That’s it,” he whispered, rocking his palm against me as he slipped a third finger inside. With this, he stretched me to the blissful edge of pain.
