Page 118 of Awakened by Sin

“What do you want, Carmen?” he murmured as he dragged her to the edge of the desk, forcing her to open her legs so he could fit between.

He stared at her with an intensity that made heat blossom in her belly and spread. She straightened, so their faces were a hairsbreadth apart. Classy sin teased her nostrils.

“I want to play.”

He searched her eyes. “Play?”

She had a thing for role playing. Not all men were game for this kind of thing, but it definitely got her going. She waited to see what Marcus Fletcher would do. “I’ll be the student; you be the teacher.”

His hands flexed on her, but he didn’t move. She could almost hear the wheels turning in his head. She kissed his chin.

“Mr. Fletcher, don’t you want me?” she asked in a high-pitched voice.

She ran her hand down his chest.

“I know I haven’t been doing well in class, but”—she looked up at him and made her eyes as wide and guileless as possible right before she cupped his hardening cock—“I’m sure I can make up my grade by doing something really special for you.”

Marcus was rigid as a board. She wasn’t even sure he was breathing.

“I really need to pass your class,” she continued.

“You pick the damnedest places.”

Disappointment coated her throat. She dropped her hand. Maybe he wasn’t—

“On your knees.”

“What?”

Marcus sat in the teacher’s seat and pulled her backward across the desk before settling her on her knees in front of him. Her heart pounded as she spread her legs, so her dress rode up her thighs. Excitement drowned out all other thoughts. He was really going to let her do this in a classroom. Either he wanted her fucking bad, or he had a secret kink. She hoped it was both.

Marcus raised a brow. “If you want an A, you have to work for it.”

“Yes, Mr. Fletcher,” she said in a meek voice and reached for his belt.

He watched her with an unwavering focus that made her fumble with his slacks for real. She pulled down his zipper and bit back a moan when she saw his Calvin Kleins. He could be a serious contender for an underwear model. Jesus. She took a deep, audible breath and made a big show of touching his dick through the smooth material and then pulling him out of his boxer briefs. She made an O with her mouth and looked up at him through her lashes.

“It’s so big!”

He gripped the peeling arms of the desk chair. “It’ll fit in your mouth … and other places, I promise you.”

“Is it painful?”

“Yes,” he growled.

“Maybe a kiss will make you feel better?” She kissed the head and made an ooh sound when it jerked. “Did that work?”

Marcus glared at her. “If you want an A, you need to suck me.”

She made her eyes as wide as they could go. “I’ve never done this before.”

“Christ,” he bit out. “Carmen, I’m gonna come on your face if you keep talking like that.”

She gave a little shrug. “That’s fine with me.”

He shuddered and ran his hands down his face. “You’re killing me.”

She gave a theatrical gasp and grabbed his thigh. He jolted. “I don’t want you to die!”

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