Page 3 of Forbidden Obsessions

“I trust you,” she says. A partial weight lifts from my shoulders. My migraine rages on, but it’s a step in the right direction. The question isshouldOlivia trust me? Am I worthy of it? I would never intentionally hurt her, but what she just walked into isn’t making me feel confident in myself. Even with my best intentions, I’m prone to self-sabotage.

“Thank you,” I whisper in her ear. Her skin feels like silk against me.Home. Over the course of our relationship, she’s become my home—my sanctuary in the daily chaos. She leans into me and the hem of her black dress rides up her thighs.

I’ve spent so much time studying her beautiful body. The hard lines, the soft curves. The dips, the planes. The freckles. The birth mark on her hip. I have every inch of her memorized. My cock stirs as my fingers snake up her inner thighs, knowing exactly what’s under that thin strip of fabric separating us. I’m not trying to deflect her so much as I’m trying to control my racing thoughts.

“Olivia,” I whisper in an anguished plea, unsure of how she’ll respond to the one-eighty in the agenda.

“Stay here,” she says with a wicked grin on her luscious, pink lips.

I’m a little relieved, but I quip a brow, unsure of what she has in store for me. “That’s my line,” I warn. She searches the room, pausing once she finds the remote on the shelf and presses the button. Instantly, the blinds lower, casting the room into darkness.

“Not right now, it isn’t,” she tsks. She saunters to the other side of the room, swaying her hips like a tempting little vixen before shutting the door and clicking the lock.

The searing heat in her eyes goes straight to my groin. It’s not her usual soft and tender lust.This one is all predator, and I understand it. I am immensely proud of it.

This one saysyou are mine.It seems this is a territorial pissing, and it’s not a repeat of last semester. I’ve been dragging Olivia out of her head over the past six months for this moment.

Sitting on the edge of my desk, she pushes the papers that remain scattered to either side of her. Spreading her legs impossibly wide, she sucks the tips of her fingers before bringing them to her sheer lace panties. Rubbing her clit, she tips her head back, enjoying the sensation and the way my eyes are on her.

We’ve both learned Olivia is an exhibitionist and I never get tired of it.

“Fuck me,” I breathe. My blood stirs, confused by the whiplash of the day.

She tsks. “That won’t be happening right now, Dr. DeLuca. I do, however, have an assignment you can help with.” I close the distance, stopping short of her knees.

“Anything,” I whisper.

With a wry smile, she motions to the floor. “On your knees, Professor.” I follow her command, dropping one knee at a time, staring into her big, hazel eyes. This is so brazen and out of character for her, and I can’t get enough. The stale air from moments ago, thick with tension, charges with electricity. Wanton need and arousal hang heavy, stopping short of driving me to delirium.

I never thought I would submit to someone, but with Olivia harnessing her rage and channeling it likethis,there isn’t much I would say no to. Certainly not this.

She finally pulls the lace aside, giving me an unrestricted view of her pussy. She’s already wet, begging for me to lick every inch of the sensitive flesh.

“May I?” I ask. She gives a small moan, a breathy yes, as I plant a trail of kisses up her leg.

Once I get to her thighs, she loses her patience. “Stop teasing me, dammit.” Olivia grabs my hair, pulling my mouth toward her swollen clit. She whimpers at the first swipe—a languid, firm lick. It claims her as much as she’s staking her claim on me.

“Better?” Olivia’s ravenous, seizing whatever leverage she can purchase as she grinds her sweet pussy on my face.

“Yes,” she moans, her sweet taste flooding my senses. It’s merely minutes later when she clamps her thighs around my neck as her orgasm seizes her. Her moans and whimpers bounce off of the walls as she trembles against me. I’m ravenous and rock hard for her.

She pushes me away with weak arms.“No more,” she pants, her chest heaving and a thin sheen of sweat glistening on her forehead. I climb up her body and lean in, kissing her deeply.

“Fuck,” I mutter. I only have about five minutes before my organic chemistry class. It’s not enough time for even a quarter of the filthy things I want to do to her currently.

I pull back, leaving us both breathless. “Good boy,” she says as she pats my head. She may be mischievous, but her satisfied laughter is a balm to my weary soul.

“You know, I think you’re right about the obedient dog comment. This feels nice. Take the reins more often.” Her exterior cracks as a crimson blush spreads across her face.

“I love you,” I tell her, cupping both cheeks in my hands.

“I love you, too. I was just coming by to wish you a good first day.” She climbs off the desk, sweeping her palms over her wrinkled dress.

“‘Coming’ being the operative word, I take it?” I grin at her. She rolls her eyes, giving a small laugh.

“That wasn’t my initial motive, but I just got…” I furrow a brow.

“Jealous?” I suggest.

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