Page 90 of Electric Touch

“I was not.”

“Yes, you were,” she laughs. “He was,” she informs me. “It was embarrassing.”

He has nothing to say to that. “What is the plan now?” he diverts the topic of conversation.

“A walk along the Reigelman Boardwalk?” Adrestia looks to me. I agree with a nod. This is her rodeo. “Then we’re heading back to Manhattan. I thought you might like to see where I work?” she suggests.

“I’d love to. Or is this an excuse to do some work?”

Her nose scrunches slightly. “No.”

“Why don’t I believe you?”

“That sounds like a you problem. Shall we?”

I exchange a glance with Blake. “You go ahead, I’ll be watching.”

He trails after us as we head to the boardwalk. On a whim, I reach out and take hold of Adrestia’s hand. She doesn’t say anything or look at me, but there is a small smile on her lips as we walk.

She promises we’re not going to walk the whole two point seven miles. The aim of today is to stay awake as long as we can. We don’t want to tire ourselves out. She points out the sites and we buy ice cream along the way. I’m surprised to realise I’m enjoying myself. Adrestia has that effect on me. Sweeping me along in her enthusiasm for all things fact and knowledge. It isn’t boring either.

After the walk, we head back to the car. Blake drives us back to Manhattan and up to Lexington, where her office is based. I never went to college, so it’s interesting to see this place. I have visions of the college movies I’ve watched over the years, but Hunter is nothing like that. Adrestia tells me it’s spread out all over the city with three main campuses and satellite locations. She works out of this building and her classes are all on this campus. Sasha also works here. Blake stays in the car when we go inside the East Building. We grab another coffee and go up to the faculty area. It’s pretty dead, given it’s a Saturday.

Her office is small but neat, with wooden floors and white walls. She has a desk and chair, a metal filing cabinet and two large bookshelves. Nothing to write home about, but she’s made it welcoming with potted plants and artwork. There is a big window overlooking Lexington Avenue. I’m busy taking it all in when I hear the lock click on the door. I glance over my shoulder at her staring at me.

“Take a seat,” she indicates the chair behind her desk, which I’m standing right beside.

My heart pounds at the way she is looking at me. I smirk as I pull back the large leather chair and sit down. I watch, enraptured, as she throws her coat on the guest chair opposite the desk. Then slowly unbuttons her blouse. I’m not about to complain about this turn of events, but we're at her workplace.

“What if someone comes to your office?” I ask, leaning one elbow on the arm rest. My eyes narrow as she peels the blouse apart and lowers it down her shoulders. The slopes of her breasts are barely contained in the lace demi-cup bra she’s wearing. I lick my lips at the hint of her areola peeking over the top of the bra.

“Don’t worry, we’re not going to be disturbed.”

I relax, marginally. Adrestia steps around the desk and begins unbuttoning her jeans, dragging down the zipper. My fingers tingle with the need to reach out and touch her. I get the feeling she wants to put on a show for me. So with great restraint, I don’t move a damn muscle. Turning so her back is to me, Adrestia bends forward as she lowers her jeans. I hadn’t noticed her removing her shoes.

“Have you done this before?” I growl. The thought of her doing it for anyone else sends an irrational burst of anger through me.

Glancing over her shoulder at me, she shakes her head, then continues removing her pants. Fuck, my dick is painfully hard. I grab it through my jeans. She steps backward, and I spread my legs so she can fit between them.

“Get my bra for me?” she asks, without turning around.

There is something incredibly sexy and yet coy about how she is doing this. I unclasp the bra, my fingers trailing down the soft skin of her back. It’s chased by goosebumps and she shivers. Turning to face me, she holds the cups of her bra with one arm banded across her chest. Her eyes drop to where I’m rubbing my dick.

“Need help with that?”

“You offering?”

She releases the bra and drops it on my lap. I can’t help but grab it. It’s warm from her body, and I have visions of rubbing it over my bare dick. And that is the weirdest fucking thought I’ve ever had in my life. I’m distracted immediately by her tits as she leans forward. I grip the bra, almost ripping the fabric as she pushes one of her nipples towards my mouth. I open to let her slide it in, but she pulls back far too quickly and I groan. Her sultry laugh sends another shot of pure lust to my dick.

“Fuck,” I swear, as she drops to her knees and opens the button and zipper on my jeans. I grit my teeth as she pulls down the waistband of my underwear, freeing my cock.

“Put your hands on the arm rests,” she says. “If they move, I stop.”

“Jesus,” I groan, closing my eyes for a moment, but do as I’m told. My knuckles turn white in an instant from how tight I’m holding on. She watches me as she lowers and kisses the tip. “You’re going to kill me.”

Her lips twitch in a smile as her mouth closes over me. My hips buck and I immediately drop them. Ramming my cock down her throat is no way to repay her for this. She slides her warm mouth up and down my dick. I recite song lyrics in my head so I don’t blow my damn load right now. My head tips back against the chair. I’m full on white knuckling the damn thing. It’s a miracle the arm rests haven’t broken off. It doesn’t help she is making little noises and moans as she gets into it, sucking me further down her throat. When I open my eyes, she is practically all the way to my pubis.

“Fuck, baby that’s… Shit,” I can’t help it. I move my hand and put it on the back of her head.

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