Page 44 of Operation Heartbeat

He went dead still. Lifting his head, he gazed at her, his eyes burning with torment. “Christ, Professor. I’ve got to see you. No clothes. Now.”

Her body reacted to his Neanderthal grunts in ways she didn’t even have words to describe. And Sophie could find words for anything.

“I want you, Con.” She worked her hands inside his jacket and shoved it off his thick shoulders. When she removed the jacket and revealed the crisp dress shirt molded to his muscled body, excitement blazed in her core.

Then he slipped a finger under the string riding along the seam of her buttocks. The tiny tug sent shockwaves through her pussy. Her inner walls clenched.

Maybe it was because no man had touched her in such a long time, or her past lovers were nowhere near as hot as Ryan Constantine, but the level of her desire was the highest she’d ever known.

And why shouldn’t she take what he was willing to offer her? He was single, she was single. Both of them wanted this to happen.

He slid a finger under the strap of her thong again, sending a new jolt to her clit.

She panted, leaning into him. “Ry…Ryan.”

He stilled once more. “What did you call me?”

Tilting her face up to his, she met his gaze. “Ryan?”

“Fucking hell, Professor.” He gripped her ass in one hand and her cheek in the other and kissed her. Hard. Long. And deep.

As he ravished her, he walked her backward. She gave herself up to the mind-blowing, toe-curling kiss and allowed him to move and shift her body into whatever position he wanted it.He could twist her into a pretzel as long as he didn’t stop making her feelsogood.

He spread his hands across her spine, and then she felt why—he cushioned her as they came up against the wall.

Nudging his thick thigh between hers, he stared down at her mouth for a heavy heartbeat. “This is only going to happen between usonetime.”

“Yes.” Her chest heaved with desire.

“We have to work together.”

“Of course.” She stared at his mouth too, aching for him to kiss her again.

He issued another one of his sexy rumbles and then claimed her lips. She threw her arms around him and bowed into him. That brought her pussy up against his steely thigh.

She cried out.

He broke from the kiss and brought his hand under her dress. Hooking his fingers in the sides of her thong, he shimmied it downward. The silky fabric slipped down her calves and pooled around her ankles.

Before she realized what was about to happen, Con dropped to his knees. He bunched the skirt of her dress around her waist and nuzzled his nose over the mound of her pussy.

Her breathing hitched.

“You wax.” His tone harsh, gritty. Dark with possessiveness.

“Y-yes.”

“For who?”

“For myself.”

She watched as he closed his eyes and rubbed his nose down her pussy to her clit. When he flicked out his tongue and delivered a heated stroke to her bundle of nerves, she stopped breathing.

With each soft swirl of his tongue, her mind spun faster. Tingles of lust claimed her entire body. Her fingers started to ache from being knotted at her sides, so she clasped his head instead.

When she urged him deeper, closer, he let out a growl. The air trapped in her lungs exploded out on a cry.

Nudging her thighs wider, and stretching the elastic of her thong around her ankles to the snapping point, he delved his tongue into her pussy and began to slowly fuck it.

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