Page 22 of Kept

Professor Spears didn’t urge me to sign. He shifted again, and I sat up straight, goosebumps washing over me when his warm breath touched the nape of my neck.

His lips followed, pressing again the sensitive spot until I shivered again. His hand tightened on my hip, and I wasn’t feeling cold at all anymore. A drunken rush of adrenaline spilled through me, all sensation narrowing in on that point where his mouth was on my back.

Teeth grazed skin as he worked his way to my shoulder and neck. If this is what it felt like when Superman’s icy exterior melted, I wanted more. Spears kissed like a man who wantedfarmore and was barely holding back. Just his mouth on my shoulder was almost unbearably pleasurable, like he’d discovered a whole brand-new erogenous zone on my body I’d never been aware of before.

He kissed his way back to my neck, and slowly pushed me forward as he worked his way down my spine.

At one point I realized I’d dropped the pen on the desk, and my hands were clenched around his thighs, holding me firmly seated on him. Plain Jane never would’ve confessed to burning up inside over sitting on a man she didn’t know at all, grinding against his cock and shivering every time he made a breathy, satisfied sound.

He didn’t touch the parts of me that were dying to be touched, as though he knew I was aching for it and deliberately held back. A whole hallucination flashed through my brain: Spears pulling my dress up, unzipping his pants, and thrusting inside me, but of course that didn’t happen.

When he kissed back up my spine, he left me shivering and craving. “Sign the paper, Jane.”

My entire arm was covered in goosebumps when I picked up the pen and shakily scrawled my name across the line. “Done.”

The warmth of Spears’ hands remained even when I deliberately put down the pen.

“Good girl.” His fingers trailed over my spine and stopped at my hips without any sign of moving further, leaving me feeling like I’d just barely touched something I desperately wanted and felt cheated of.

If women shouldn’t be judged for one-night stands, no one could judge me for the rush of heat I felt when Spears thawed and showed me the fire he was capable of. Twisted Jane didn’t give a damn if she didn’t know him at all.

Plain Jane was in firm agreement, for once.

I moved to get up, but he pulled me back down. “I didn’t say you could get up yet, Pet.”

A thrill of excitement flared to life in my abdomen when his hands moved again, sliding down over my legs and then to the inside of my thighs.

They trailed upwards, pushing the hem of my dress centimeter by painful centimeter. He stopped several inches short of the part of me that was aching for his touch and I felt his lips against my back again.

As pleasurable as it felt with his warm hands between my legs, I wanted so much more. The mouse inside me squeaked.

You’re only here because he took pictures without your knowledge, Jane.

Yeah, sure, but would I be here in such a delicious position if he hadn’t? No one will know.

You’llknow, Jane. This is blackmail.

Spears’ hands didn’t move, and the air was taut like he was waiting for something.

He hadn’t given me permission to get up, and he hadn’t rescinded permission to move. I braced my hands on the arms of the chair and pushed my hips forward to meet his hand. His fingers grazed the already-wet crotch of my panties and I felt his silent exhale against my back.

He moved suddenly, hooking his legs around my calves and spreading me apart on his lap. I couldn’t hold back the gasp that escaped when he finally dipped under the edge of my panties, pushing them aside and gliding his fingers over my wet pussy. His other hand slid inside my dress and snaked around me to cup a breast, thumbing an already-hard nipple, pinching and teasing.

It was impossible to resist what my body wanted at that moment, so I let my back arch and my head fall back on his shoulder. Spears kissed my exposed neck, then nibbled, biting down on the vulnerable flesh. The slightest twinge of pain speared right through my abdomen to my clit, and my hips rolled against his hand.

You’re seriously riding your blackmailer’s hand, Jane?

I pushed the last vestiges of the mouse into the cage in the back of my mind, letting myself enjoy this one twisted moment without an ounce of guilt.

Spears pushed a finger inside me, curling it forward and grazing a sensitive spot that almost made me fall right off his lap. His arm tightened around my chest, holding me firmly in place while he stroked that area that must be the G-spot I’d heard about.

Sothatwas what it felt like.

The next time he slid a second finger in, his palm grinding against my clit. The pressure building in my lower belly threatened to become overwhelming. I closed my eyes, breath ragged, and focused on nothing but the feeling of Spears’ cock throbbing against my ass, the relentless pressure of his palm against the most sensitive part of me, the slide of his teeth over my neck and shoulder.

My legs shook when I came, grinding desperately onto his fingers and making noises that could probably be heard from the hall. He didn’t release me until I wasn’t shaking from pleasure, but from the almost-pain of too much stimulation.

I couldn’t do much besides pant for breath, draped over him and feeling like I was made of jelly. Spears adjusted my clothes so they were covering me again, then lifted his hand to his mouth and sucked his fingers before kissing my neck again.

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