Page 32 of Forbidden Hearts

I grab a blank sheet of paper and pencil from my desk and hand them to her. She responds with a black stare.

“We’re going to practice,” I say.

“Oh,” she says, sounding slightly disappointed that she has to draw.

“Sit at my desk,” I say. “I’ll lean against this chair like how I was in class. And just draw what you see.”

As she sits behind my desk, I take off my jacket and place it on the coat hanger in the corner of my office. Then I take off my button-up shirt and throw it over the hanger.

Alex studies me while I do this, licking her bottom lip. I recognize that expression. She wants me as much as I want her.

Seeing her like this makes my cock feel a certain way.

I lean on the chair and wait for her to start drawing. Instead, she stares at the blank page for what feels like forever. Eventually, she looks up at me and says she doesn’t know where to begin.

“Come here,” I command.

She swallows hard and approaches me slowly.

“Touch me,” I say.

She freezes. “What?”

“Touch me. Here, feel my arms.”

I guide her hand over my right arm. “Feel the shape of my arm. Now this,” I say, guiding her hand along my chest, outlining my muscular pecs. Her warm hand tickles my chest, sending a throbbing feeling to my cock. “If you can feel the shapes, you will see them better. And when you see them, you will be able to draw them.”

There is nothing more I want in this very moment than for her hand to wrap around my cock and stroke it until I come all over her beautiful body.

She lifts her eyes to mine. Her pupils are so wide that her green eyes look almost black. Her fingers tremble in my hand. It’s not fear she feels, it’s desire. She can feel the intense electricity in my body traveling down my hand and into her hand and body.

Before I can stop myself, I wrap my free hand around her waist and pull her close. Because of our height difference and the fact that I’m sitting on the chair, her wet lips are now inches away from my face.

She licks her bottom lip again, her eyes now looking at my lips. I know what she’s thinking, what she wants, what she’s craving. I know because I’m craving it, too.

I pull her in closer. With my free hand, I grab the back of her head and bring her down to mine. A soft moan escapes her lips when our mouths connect, causing my cock to harden against my pants.

With one swift motion and with our lips still locked together, I lift her off her feet and sit her on my lap, over my hard cock.She sits in the same position as the time she danced for me at The Den and fell on my lap.

Fuck.

When I first felt her soft legs on my body that night, I had to contain myself from fucking her right then and there. That would have been insane. The only thing that stopped me was that I didn’t know if Jacob had hidden cameras in that room. It wouldn’t surprise me if he was a peeping Tom.

As soon as I got home that night, I fucked my hand twice, coming both times to Alex.

And now here she is again, with my hands around her body and our tongues exploring each other’s mouths and lips. God, she tastes so fucking sweet. I wonder if she tastes just as sweet in other places.

Without looking down, she adjusts herself on my lap. She moves her lower body in small, circular motions, causing glorious friction against my cock.

Is she doing this on purpose? Does she feel my erection under her ass?

The friction feels so fucking good that my cock wants to explode.

I put both arms around her and lift us both from the chair. Her lips withdraw from mine, and her eyes widen with surprise.

“What are you doing?” she whispers.

“You.”

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