Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 31985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 160(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 160(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
“Well,” he growls, moving closer, his hand cupping my jaw and my entire body shivering with aching need.
“Well, I did. So, what are we going to do about it now?”
I rake my teeth over my trembling lip, looking up into his fierce, commanding gaze.
“Am—am I in trouble?” I whisper.
He grunts, his jaw clenching. And when he moves right against me, pinning my small body to the big desk pressed against my ass, I whimper.
“Yes, Ms. Penworth,” he growls lowly. His fingers trace my jaw until his hand his cupping my cheek, and a tremor teases down my spine.
“But something tells me, that’s exactly what you wanted.”
The move is both lightning fast and in slow motion—the blink of an eye and eternity. And yet, all I know is, one minute they’re not, and the next minute, his perfect soft lips are crushing fiercely to mine, and I’m kissing my professor.
Hard.
I moan as he steals my breath away, kissing hungrily, and fiercely, and demandingly. It’s a hard, crushing, bruising kiss, and my entire world spins around me as I completely lose myself in it. I moan, falling into him, my body arching into him like it’s been aching for the connection. He growls deeply, darkly, his hand cupping my face possessively as the other hand slides around to the small of my back, pulling me tight to him.
His tongue teases my lips, and when I turn my head a little and open my mouth for him, suddenly, he’s kissing me even fiercer. His tongue swirls with mine, his lips seared to mine, and his hands holding me like he’s never going to let me go.
This is wrong.
This is really, really, really fucked up and wrong. But something tells me, if I actually believed that, we wouldn’t be here, or I’d be pushing him away and running from the room.
But I’m not. And I’m not going to. Because all I want is to keep kissing him, and I never want to stop.
He groans into my mouth, pushing me back until my ass hits the edge of his desk again. But he doesn’t stop, and when both his hands drop down to cup my ass firmly, I squeal into his mouth as he lifts me up and sets me down on the edge of his desk. He moves into me, kissing me fiercely as his hands grip my waist tight. His mouth drops down to my jaw, biting and nibbling and sucking his way across it as I cry out, clawing at him. My head spins as he moves to my neck, his lips teasing across the tender skin and his kisses growing hard and punishing.
I know he’s leaving marks on me, and I love that he is. He’s marking me, and the more he kisses my soft skin and nips at my neck, the wetter I get.
He pulls away, his eyes wild and blazing with heat as he breathes heavily through his nose. His hands slide to my thighs, tugging gently on my skirt and pulling it higher. I moan, panting, my eyes dropping to my bare legs as he pulls the skirt up over the edge of my knee-high socks, and then higher, baring inch after inch of creamy skin. His hands tighten, and when he starts to pull my legs apart, I shiver excitedly even as I blush fiercely.
“Let me see, baby girl,” he growls, his eyes sliding up to mine, blazing into me as he spreads my legs. My skirt rides higher and higher, until it’s basically covering nothing by my panties—draped down over the front of them like a flimsy little tease of a cover. I blush deeply, as he kisses me once more, knowing he’s not going to stop here, and knowing if he gets any further, he’s going to see how fucking soaked my panties are.
His tongue swirls with mine, and he grunts, sucking mine into his mouth and making me moan before he pulls away. His teeth drag over my bottom lip, sucking on it before he steps back and slowly sinks into his big chair. He moves closer, his hands sliding up my knee-high socks until his strong fingers brush my bare thighs. He slides them higher, his eyes dropping down between my legs, but when he starts to tug at the hem of my skirt, I gasp, my hand dropping to his and stopping him.
Professor Bard growls, his eyes flashing fire as they blaze into mine, his jaw clenching at being stopped from his prize.
“I…” I blush heatedly.
He lips pull into a hungry grin.
“You want me to stop?”
I swallow, biting my lip, my head shaking side to side so gently it’s almost impossible to see. But he does.
“So why are you stopping me, baby girl?”
I swallow, panting.
“I think I can guess,” he purrs.
I swallow again. “No, you—”