Page 69 of Love JD

“Then off you go, Ms. Valehart. Don’t forget to put your name at the top.” He watched me with a mischievous gleam and tilted his head slightly like he was waiting for me to start. His phone buzzed again, but he silenced it once more, focused on me.

I wrote my name at the top of the test and got to work. Half was multiple choice and half had been designed as short answer questions, which I liked best. I liked being able to explain my reasoning behind an answer. I let my mind spiral into a fixated focus on each question, and everything else blurred like bokeh in the background as I thought about each question and recalled classes and text.

In my peripheral vision, Zev tapped his phone and then set it on the table. I glanced at it and saw a five-minute timer. My heart leaped, and I looked at him. He moved his chair forward, turning it around to sit close to me so my right thigh pressed against his left. I stared up at him, transfixed by his hard blue eyes and then by the way his forearm flexed as he twirled a sleek ballpoint pen between his fingers.

I followed his hand as he brought the pen to my breast and drew a lazy circle around my nipple with the back. He arched a brow. “I thought you could do this through any distraction.”

I sipped in a breath and looked back at my paper. Autotrophic organisms…

My nipple pebbled under his touch, and the sensation went straight between my legs. Zev reached around my body, and with his left hand, he traced a circle around the other nipple through my thin bra. I gripped my pencil, trying to focus on the words. Which trophic level contains autotrophic organisms that…

While Zev stroked my left nipple until it strained against the fabric, he set the pen on the table next to my paper. Then his right hand coasted down to my skirt, flicked it aside, and coaxed my legs apart. “Focus, Isla.”

I cleared my throat. “This isn’t very professional.”

“Who’s the professor, here?” he murmured, bending down to puff a warm breath on the sensitive spot below my right earlobe. I whimpered. He gently grazed his teeth against my earlobe. “Answer the questions.”

Autotrophic organisms that convert solar energy into chemical energy…

Zev’s fingers found the center of my heat, and he rubbed in lazy circles over the fabric of my cotton panties, drawing moisture to the surface and causing me to squirm in my chair. The words on the paper blurred and I let out a harsh breath, curling over the table with my hands in fists. With a monumental effort, I ticked the right box and moved on.

But then Zev applied more pressure, creating a rhythm over my clit that stole what was left of my breath. His left hand plucked at my nipple while his right worked a steady tempo on my clit, and it caused my vision to swirl with delirious desire. I gripped the pencil, the words lost. “Zev…”

“It’s only been a minute. You give up already?”

“Oh my God,” I puffed, and my head lolled back as I pressed my hips up to meet his fingers and my back melted against the chair. “I can’t. I ca-hah,” I panted. My hands came down to grip the edge of the chair, and I gave in to the sensations.

Zev slid the thin strip of fabric away from my pussy, and then his fingers dipped into my moisture, causing me to moan and slide down in the chair to give him better access. He resumed circling his wet fingers over my throbbing clit, and I saw stars behind my closed eyes. He moved his left hand to my right nipple, causing a new electric jolt of pleasure, and I vaulted straight up toward an orgasm. “Are you going to come for me, Isla? Right here in this chair? During your test?”

“Yes,” I groaned. “Jesus. Zev, please.”

“Oh, she’s begging now,” he murmured. He pinched my nipple and dove his fingers inside of me, hooking up and pressing the heel of his palm against my clit.

I made that soprano noise I’d noticed I let out when I was close, and my back arched. Zev’s hand worked me, pumping in and out with two fingers and pressing hard against the apex of my pleasure until my legs shook and I felt my core tighten to the breaking point. “Please,” I pleaded.

“Come for me like a good girl, Isla,” he whispered, his breath hot on my neck.

I let go, and each wave of pulsing relief swept through me with euphoric satiation. My muscles unwound slowly as my core squeezed and released around Zev’s fingers while he coaxed the last of my orgasm from my limp body.

The timer went off on his phone. I peeled my eyes open and rolled my head over to him as it rested on the back of the chair. I gave him a lazy blink, and he returned it with a cocky smile. “I win.” He reached over with his left hand and tapped the screen to turn off the alarm.

“Cheater,” I glared, but I smiled despite it.

He replaced my underwear, which was thoroughly wet now, and his hand trailed a blazing path up to my waist. His other hand clamped down on the opposite side, and then he lifted me from the chair, encouraging me to clamber onto his lap. I did, straddling him and curling my arms around the back of his neck. He kissed the corner of my mouth gently. “I could do that all day.”

“All day? You’ll turn me into goo,” I returned with a smile, and then pressed a kiss against his warm, soft lips. I could feel his erection through his joggers, and suddenly, I wanted more. I wanted to be filled and pleasured all over again, and I rocked against him as our kiss deepened. Propelled by yearning, I flicked my tongue against his teeth, and he responded by growling low in his throat and pressing my hips down so he could tilt his hard length against my wet panties.

The front door suddenly opened and closed. I gasped, lifting my head, and Zev turned in his chair to look behind him. Kael walked through the foyer, towing someone behind him. He stopped at the edge of the kitchen and blinked at us with lazy irritation. “This is why you won’t answer your phone?”

Chapter twenty-three

Zev

Isla shifted uncomfortably in my lap, and I could tell she was embarrassed to be found with her skirt hiked up and straddling me on a chair. But this was my house. Why did people keep walking into my home without even fucking knocking? I gave Kael an irritated glower as I stilled Isla with my hands on her hips. “I didn’t give you the code to get in.”

“That’s cute that you think I need a code.” Kael tugged a person forward from where they’d been standing behind him, and she stumbled, righting herself with a caustic glare his way. It was Mattie, the driver who had been with Isla the other night. Her long, blond ponytail swished as she rounded a mutinous glare on Kael.

“Jesus, that hurts. Are you a fucking sadist?”

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