Page 22 of Forbidden Obsessions

Chapter Nine

Tomas

“Hi, honey, I’m home,” Olivia calls, shutting the door behind her. It’s finally Friday, and it’s been a hell of a week. “God, it smells really fucking good in here,” she says before kissing my neck.

“You’re favorite,” I say, smiling as I swell with pride.

“I can tell. Are you trying to get laid tonight, DeLuca?” she says in a sweet voice, fluttering her thick eyelashes.

“Yes, you’ve been depriving me, Miss Hamilton.” The two of us have been flying in different directions since Mia tried to take a baseball bat to my knees on Tuesday. Maura started chemotherapy. Her care team has had trouble accessing her port, so she and James asked me. I intend on keeping my word, so I agreed. James still hasn’t told Olivia, though. I grow more worried about her accidentally finding out and blaming me every day.

She clears her throat. “Excuseme?I do believeI’vebeenthe one deprived, Professor.”I drop the spatula in the tomato sauce as she hikes up her pencil skirt, revealing sheer black thigh-highs and a silk garter belt.

My mouth goes dry as I imagine my lips trailing the length of her leg, toned muscles and skin as smooth as silk. “Oh, Miss Hamilton, you better hope you weren’t dressed like a little cock tease in all of your classes today,” I warn, as my cock twitches.

“And if I was?” She shrugs, hopping onto the counter, cross-legged. Stirring, I turn my attention back to the bolognese sauce. My mouth waters as dinner and dessert sit side-by-side.

“Open,” I prompt, giving her a spoonful of the steaming sauce to try. She opens her legs with a devious smile, blowing to cool it down.

She moans salaciously as she savors the bite. My cock strains against my dress pants. Between her sweet smell, her luscious body, and the sound her beautiful mouth just made, I resign myself to my fate—forever a slave to Olivia.

Whatever she wants, wherever she goes, however she needs it, I will be there to provide it and more.

“I don’t think you’re being very astute, Professor.” I step back, dragging my eyes over her body once more.

My gaze stops at her crotch. “Fuck,” I hiss.

“For someone who champions attention to detail so frequently, you sure missed an important one,” she taunts. She has silky black panties hooked into the garter belt, but they’re crotchless.

Christ.

I turn the burners down so nothing burns and grab a chair to kneel on. “Apparently, I’m having dessert for dinner, huh?”

She writhes as a plant a kiss on her silky pelvis. Her hands work their way to the back of my neck, pulling me closer and closer, as the tip of my tongue flicks her sensitive, needy clit.

“Did you really wear this in class today?” I murmur against her.

“No,” she says in a breathy whisper. “I wanted to surprise you, so I changed at the apartment.”

“What a good girl you are, Miss Hamilton,” I muse, pulling the bud between my teeth.

“Fuck,” she cries, arching against the cabinet.

“Did you soak your panties in your lectures today as you came up with this plan?” I ask, rubbing my index and middle fingers along her wet pussy.

“God, yes,” she moans, tipping her head back. She cries out in shock as my palm slaps her swollen pussy.

“I’m not sure that answers my question, Miss Hamilton. Was that a cry of ecstasy, or were you admitting what a little whore you were today?”

“Both?” she questions.

I growl, frustrated with myself. Molten lava courses through me, pre-cum already threatening to erupt from my angry cock.

My fingers roughly grip her hips, pulling her to the edge of the counter. A gasp falls from her pert little lips. I need to fuck her now or I may actually self-implode. “Get down here,” I grit, pulling her onto the chair.

“Turn around and lift your hips for me, Olivia,” I say, unzipping my fly. She grips the white leather back of the chair, her head turned to watch me.

We both groan as I free my cock, giving a few languid pumps before lining myself up. My hand fists her curls, dragging her head back toward me. My cock juts out, almost to her lips.

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