Page 44 of The Wolf Professor

“I—I’m up a ladder, and it’s sliding around a bit. I can’t see a thing.”

“Hold on, I’m coming.”

He shone his flashlight along the aisles. “Call out again, so I can locate you.”

“Up here, next row.”

Finally, in the narrow band of light from his cell, Max located her at the end of a row of shelves, clinging to the top of a ladder, close to the vaulted ceiling, and much higher up than he’d expected her to be.

“If you shine the flashlight on the steps, I can probably see to get down.”

“Sure.” But when he got closer and shone the torch up, he gulped; the beam of light shot right up her skirt, revealing a slice of her thigh. He dipped it.

“Do you want me to hold the ladder?” he asked.

“Yes, please. And could you shine the light up higher, so I can see the steps?”

He tried to aim the beam upward andnotpay attention to her gorgeous legs as she descended, but it proved impossible. The way the soft material of her skirt swirled around her legs gifted him tantalizing glimpses of her inner thigh, and… gods help him, he caught sight of the top of her stockings, pale silk against the dark of her skin.

Stockings!

Suddenly his libido sprang into life, his cock pressing against the fly of his pants. The ladder slid slightly along the rail, and Max had to lunge for it. In so doing, he managed to drop his phone. The light went out and they were plunged into darkness once more.

“Oh!” Charlie wailed. “What happened?”

“Dropped my bloody cell,” Max growled, looking around helplessly in the dark. “Can you keep climbing down?”

“I—er, yes… can’t see anything, but...”

“I’m holding the ladder again.”

“Okay, coming down.”

He held the ladder firmly and a moment later, the hem of her skirt brushed his face.

She let out a squeak. “Oops, my foot slipped.” Instinctively, he reached out and grabbed her ankle.

“Could you, maybe, help me down?”

He guessed that was an invite to reach for her, so he put his arms up, until his hands gripped either side of her hips. “Okay, I’ve got you.”

Her skirt skimmed his head as she came down the ladder. The sweet scent of her made his nostrils flare, his mouth fill with saliva.

“I’ll turn around, shall I?” she said.

“No! Charlie don’t come down forward, that’s not safe.”

But already she’d twisted around in his grip, and called out, “Catch me.” A second later she landed on his shoulders with a thud, her legs splayed either side of his head.

“Oops,” she giggled.

Max found himself incapable of speech as he tried to untangle himself from her skirt, but even as one part of his brain fought to disengage, the other part was reveling in the feel of her nestled right there, her pussy nuzzled close to his face… and the scent of her overpowering him…

And then she moaned… She fucking moaned his name.

Light-headed with desire, Max’s hands slid around her butt to steady her, the gusset of her panties now skimming his face. Her hands clutched his head, and instead of pushing him away, she was tugging him closer. He drew in her scent, relishing the sweet muskiness, the slippery silk of her panties against his nostrils. So close now that he could feel the nub of her clit through the material, the spreading warmth of her arousal.

Max grabbed her butt tighter. “Tell me to stop,” he growled desperately, and then he heard her gasp, “Don’t stop.”

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