Page 18 of Forbidden Obsessions

“After you just brought out my competitive streak? I don’t know,” I ponder. She huffs a breath in mock protest.Fuck it, her bath’s over.

I press the drain at the bottom of the tub and grab a fluffy white towel for her. “You’re going to dry me off, too?” she asks with a rare, full-on cheesy grin, showcasing her adorable dimples.

“Yeah, but such a shame when you’re only going to get soaked again,” I say mischievously. She giggles as I scoop her into my arms, throwing her onto the bed.

I follow her onto the mattress, crawling up her lithe body. “Holy fuck. How did I get this lucky?” I murmur against her, kissing the taut lines of her stomach. Beads of water drip down her smooth, tanned skin. I peer up at her just in time to watch her mouth part, holding her wanton gaze as I catch a drop on my tongue.

“Jesus Christ,” she whispers.

“He has nothing to do with this, apple. The least you could do is moan my name.” I tsk, stifling a chuckle against her.

“You cocky motherfucker,” she gasps, arching against the bed as I kiss her hip.

“If you don’t close that pert little mouth, I’m going to stick my cock between those pouty little lips,” I warn.

“I have another set of lips,” she taunts.

“But that set isn’t giving me sass, now is it?” My trail of kisses continues down her hips, her pelvis, and up her thighs.

“You’re torturing me, Professor,” she grits out in a favorite line of hers. We both know just how desperate she is when she accepts defeat and utters it.

My tongue swipes at her clit in a long, singular motion. “Too bad you can’t do a damn thing about it, apple. You’re at my mercy.” I resume in another fluid motion, moving in the opposite direction of the first. She hisses, tugging the curls at the nape of my neck. I capture her wrist in my hand.

“Don’t make me restrain you, Miss Hamilton.” Capturing her other wrist, I don’t give her much of a choice before beginning a full-on assault. She hisses a breath, thrusting upward against me.

“You know, this is kinda like the way you tortured me in my lab. Is it not?”

“It’s worse, actually,” she rasps against my neck. My tongue circles her clit relentlessly until she’s on the precipice, then stops suddenly.

“So cruel,” she cries. I climb up her body with a wry smile.

“Am I now? I think it was cruel to leave me with a throbbing cock five minutes before my first lecture of the semester. Cruel would be leaving you this worked up before going to your parents’ house for dinner. You know what, we haven’t used that app-controlled vibrator yet, have we?”

“No,” she yells, horrified.

“Actually, forget the six orgasms.Thatsounds like much, much more fun,” I announce, getting up to raid her self-proclaimed treasure chest.

“Anywhere but my parents’ house.Please,” she pleads, mortified. I can’t think about anything other than the prospective scene. A vision of her beat-red cheeks as she squirms against the chair in her parents’ regal dining room. My cock has been rock hard since I undressed her, but the thought of that sordid scene unfolding makes me throb.

In terrible, terrible timing, my cell phone rings.

“Hey, James,” I answer, warily.

“Hey, let’s postpone dinner until next Sunday. It’s not a good week.” He sounds tired. Maura’s port didn’t seem to be infected, just normal swelling and bruising.

“I’m sorry to hear Maura isn’t feeling well. Would you like to say hi to Olivia?” I offer. She glowers at me before taking the phone begrudgingly.

“Hi, Dad,” she says quietly. I can’t hear what he’s saying, but based on her expression, it isn’t too serious.

“What’s wrong with Mom?” I hold my breath, on standby, waiting for the sobs to break free.

“Okay. Well, let me know if you need me to pick up cold medicine. Love you. Oh, and stop stealing my boyfriend,” she says, giving me a fiery expression.

Another day, another lie by omission.

“Get dressed. Hell, wear the dress from last night,” I tell her.

She scrunches her nose. “Umm…” she starts, scrunching her nose and pursing her lips.

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