Page 39 of Baby for My Billionaire Rival

She lets out a moan against my mouth and I know there’s no way I’m letting her out of here without hearing her scream my name.

Or at least say it at a volume appropriate to keep us from being caught.

“We don’t have much time,” Caroline says. “So what do you want? What can I give you?”

A little part of me wants to say fuck it. Who cares what people think? Who cares if we walk back into the room completely out of sorts and Fig stares at us, and calls us out in front of everyone? Who cares if we don’t even make it back to class? In fact, what if we left right now? What if we went back to her apartment where I could have every bit of her for hours and hours and –

“Jake,” Caroline says teasingly, interrupting my fantasy. “What do you want?”

I swallow. I’m too much of a gentleman to ask Caroline to get on her knees and take me into her mouth. And though I want to taste her so badly, I want her to be totally at my mercy, in my bed, with her legs wrapped around my head.

Reaching back, I click the lock on the bathroom door and then nod toward the sink. “Lean on the sink for me.”

Caroline follows my instructions, the ponytail flouncing back and forth. I follow her, come up behind her, and press my lips to the crest of her ear. “I like the scarf.”

“Me too,” she says.

In the reflection of the mirror, I can see her reaction completely. And the grin on her lips tells me everything I need to know.

She wants me. She’s not going to hold back.

“I want to watch you,” I groan into her ear. “I want to watch you while I fuck you.”

Caroline’s smile is replaced with a lip-parting gasp.

I reach for the hem of her skirt, pushing it up over the white flank of her thigh. I suck in a breath as I reveal the buxom flesh of her ass, not hidden by underwear at all, only a tiny thong keeping her from being too exposed. My eyes lift for a moment to see Caroline’s reaction. Her chest is heaving, breathing a bit faster. Her eyes look into mine in the mirror and she smiles.

She likes it. And to further confirm this, she moves her hips back and forth, grinding them against my cock hardened in my underwear.

I inhale sharply and then smile. “God, you’re so sexy.” I flick her skirt up to her waist, pull her thong down around her knees, and then slide my fingers between her thighs, to feel her. And she’s wet. Dripping wet.

Caroline lets out a shaky breath. “You’re teasing me.”

“You don’t like it?”

She blushes.

I slide my fingers to her clit, and press on it with small circles. Caroline’s body jolts once and she laughs. “Jacob Leslie…”

I gasp with laughter, loud enough that someone walking past might hear us. I seal my lips together and shake my head at her in the mirror. “You’re bad.”

Caroline twists her head over her shoulder, snagging my mouth for a kiss.

Our tongues twirl, lips caress. Caroline reaches back, fingers tucking into my briefs. She tugs on them. I get her meaning, and pull them down for her, letting them idle on my hips with my jeans.

I slide one hand around her torso, copping a feel over her blouse. She’s wearing a bra this time, so I don’t get the full feeling of her breast in my hand, but it still sends shockwaves to my dick. “Want you,” I murmur into her mouth.

“Need you,” she whispers back.

So I direct my cock toward her, pressing the head into her entrance and sliding in halfway. Caroline gasps, her body leaning forward and hips jerking back. I watch her hypnotized expression in the mirror as I lightly pulse my hips, inching deeper and deeper inside.

“Do you remember me?” I ask, lips to her ear. “Does your body remember me?”

“God, yes,” she says.

I can tell it does, the way she stretches for me faster this time, the ease with which I find my rhythm. I hum into her neck as I start to thrust, bringing both my hands to her breasts for leverage.

Caroline’s soft huffs of breath are delicious. Underneath each one is a stifled whimper. I almost want to tell her to let go. I want everyone to know that I’m the one fucking her, bringing her pleasure.

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