Page 83 of Hello Kitten

He trails his lips over the fresh bite. “I needed to top your kinky book boyfriend.”

“My book boyfriend doesn’t have anything on my fiancé,” I promise.

Adrian grins. “And I’m going to make sure you don’tforget it.”

He buries his face between my legs, toying with me until I’m right on the edge. My whole body is aching to come. He’s so good with his tongue, surprises me with new patterns and skills constantly, but his old combo is the best. Sucking my clit while flicking the tip of his tongue over my sensitive bud at the same time never fails to make me come.

Adrian doesn’t stop though, he keeps teasing me, then thrusts his finger inside me and adds another in my ass until I’m seeing stars and my voice breaks. Adrian moans as my toes curl and I rub myself against his face.

He stands up, folding me nearly in half as he grabs my wrists and holds them against the back of his chair. He kisses me while undoing his slacks. When he draws back, he licks his lips and glides inside me. “Ready for wedding planning?”

“Later. I want to focus on you,” I pant.

“I was thinking we have orchids,” he says anyway, his hips moving torturously slow as he holds me in place. “Orchids wrapped in pages of books we like or something like that.”

“How about handcuffs instead of rings so everyone knows how kinky we are?” I sass.

Adrian groans, his eyes flash with hunger and he moves quickly, sliding out of me and lifting me up to bend me over the desk. Papers scattering on the hardwood floors as his hand comes down on my ass. “You say that like I don’t love it, kitten.”

“I’ll wear cat ears too,” I groan, and his hand comes again. Spanking my ass sore and pushing his dick inside me again. My pussy clenches with every spank until I’m crying ‘yes, professor’ to whatever he says. His words don’t matter when he’s rubbing my clit and fucking me this hard, this deep, this perfectly.

He jerks my hips back as I come and fills me up, panting in my ear. He sighs. “And you were worried I’d get tired of you.”

“Silly me,” I mumble, exhausted.

“Did I interrupt the sequel?” he asks, finally noticing I’ve been writing.

I shake my head. “You never do. It’s always more inspiration.”

Adrian kisses my neck and whispers against my heated skin. “Let’s shower.” He spanks me lightly again as I squirm against him.

Life with Adrian has been amazing. It hasn’t been effortless though. My Mom found out that Adrian had been my professor—despite Sarah keeping her word and not telling her. Mom threatened to tell the university, she threatened plenty, and I threatened to go full no-communication with her.

The cold war stand-off lasted until a week before I graduated. She asked why she wasn’t invited and I ignored her until she showed up on campus with Sarah. She apologized, promised she wouldn’t tell the university, but was tired of all the lies.

Lies I only told because she has never been there for me.

It was rocky and Adrian was pissy with her on my behalf.

Meeting his parents was surprisingly good, but they accepted me openly, willingly, laughing at my terrible jokes. Of course, his brother was a dick about things, but I’ve learned that Alex just doesn’t know how to change his voice to be sarcastic.

It’s weird to think that in another six months, Alex will be my brother-in-law, and Adrian and I’ll be married.

I watch Adrian as he scrubs shampoo into his hair, and I move closer, stroking over his chest. I barely notice my ring anymore. It’s modest, but perfect. I’m more focused on his most recent tattoo. An origami bird—not a bunny—right on his chest. I kiss it softly and he makes a soft sound.

“Is it still your favorite?” he asks.

“I think I might need a matching one after we exchange vows,” I say.

Adrian kisses me softly, slowly, but each time I answer his tongue with a flick of mine, he gets more intense, until he tugs on my necklace, making my head light and airy. I hum and lean back.

“You should get me a real collar and leash,” I hum.

He nips my bottom lip. “This necklace, my belt, my hand, those work perfectly.”

I moan and spread my legs. “We’re going to have one hell of a honeymoon. Nothing will be off limits.”

“I know. We have to try every sex scene from whatever books I buy. They’ll be the dirtiest, smuttiest books. You’ll have so much inspiration you won’t know what to do with it, my lovely author,” he promises.

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