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Rhett was already leaning so far off his chair, it took him a second to slide to his knees in front of me, positioning himself between my open legs and pushing my skirt up over my hips.

His lips found the inside of my thigh. Sparks burst to life in me everywhere his mouth touched, the graze of teeth against sensitive skin making my legs quake. His thumb brushed over the lace crotch of my panties, which were already wet.

Somewhere between Rhett getting on his knees and running his thumb over my clit, I saidfuck itto the universe. The odds were good this was never going to happen again. It was already a thousand times better than I ever could’ve imagined.

So I was going to eat the metaphorical cake and enjoy every bite.

Chapter Three

Rhett kissed along my thigh,still holding my legs apart with a grip like iron. My brain felt like it was a million miles away, but my fingers ached where I gripped the edge of the chair with white knuckles.

For every kiss, there was the lave of his tongue against my skin, soothing where he bit me. His thumb stroked over the lace covering my clit until I was trembling, trying to keep my hips planted firmly where they were. It was a lesson in futility.

Rhett slid his other hand under and wrapped it around my leg so he could slide me forward to the edge of the chair. A steady pulsing throb started deep in my pussy, my clit aching for his touch again.

His warm, wet tongue slid along the rim of the lace barrier. My heart was going a thousand miles a minute, every nerve in my body hyper-focused on all the areas where his fingers and mouth moved.

It was impossible to believe this was really happening, with the guy whose name I’d paired with mine inside bubbly little hearts, all written in sparkly pink and purple gel pens… and not once, in those adolescent imaginings of Rhett dropping his pen to hold my hand or give me a chaste kiss, had I imagined this.

I released the edge of the chair to tentatively brush my fingers through his chestnut hair. It was just as soft as I’d always imagined, the thick strands tickling my palms. Rhett exhaled a sigh that tickled the seam between my thigh and pussy.

I tossed caution to the winds and wove my hand into his hair, gripping it with fingers made bold by the darkness and wine and the shield of knowing this would never happen again.

His breath became a groan. A finger hooked in the thin lace between us and pulled it aside. I stiffened, immediately filled with the fear that he’d somehow find me displeasing.

It wasn’t that I was a virgin. I’d had a boyfriend for several years while I attended Northeast. But he’d only donethisa few times, and never in a way that was satisfying.

Rhett’s mouth hadn’t even touched my pussy yet, and I was already taut with anticipation. If he ate a woman with the same skill that he did everything else…

His tongue traced my lower lips, starting from the bottom of the wet seam and moving up, carefully circumventing my aching clit like he knew that was what I desperately wanted. Instead, his tongue moved back down, then drew against my wetness in a long stroke.

I tilted my hips forward, aching to feel him against that sensitive nub of flesh, but Rhett knew exactly what I was doing. He kept the lace hooked out of the way when he slowly retraced that entire trail like he was taunting me.

Instead of giving in, I tightened my fist and my grip on his hair. His response was to sink his fingers into my hips and his tongue into my pussy.

The sensation of slick wetness plunging into me sent my eyes rolling back in my head. My muscles quivered. Rhett’s tongue curled against the sensitive entrance before he drew back out.

This time he had mercy on me. The tip of his tongue ran around my clit in a gentle circle, the pressure growing harder until he wrapped his lips around me and sucked.

My ass rose off the seat. I bit my lip hard enough to hurt, holding back a strangled cry. Rhett devoured me, his arms keeping me firmly seated against him. There was no escaping even if I wanted to- and god knew I didn’t want to.

The pressure building in my core mounted until I was quivering, every muscle rock-hard and taut with the desire that Rhett teased out of me. He flicked his tongue against my clit, and the sound of his groan of need absolutely destroyed me. There was no sound on this earth that was sexier than the sound of a man who was just barely holding back.

I came apart at the edges, shivering in the chair as his arms held me down like iron bars. There was no choice but to ride it out. I was dimly aware that I was making sounds regardless of who heard us- he was too good for me to keep quiet. Rhett moaned again when I trembled against him, my climax exploding through my core.

When he finally released me, I’d been reduced to a panting, quivering mess of a human being. Rhett looked up at me from between my thighs and gave me a grin that could only be accurately described as devilish.

“On your feet, Jane.”

I whimpered. The muscles in my legs felt like they’d gone from iron to jelly in the span of only a minute, but I pushed myself up.

Rhett caught my chin and forced me to look at him. I knew my face was flushed from the wine and coming all over his tongue, and when I tried to look away and hide it, he jerked my chin back into place. “Look at me, Jane.”

I met his eyes squarely, shaking in my seat. “Remember our lessons? When you try to dodge the problem, I will drag you right back. When I tell you to do something, you will do it, no questions asked.”

I hesitated for a brief moment. As a tutor, Rhett hadn’t messed around. It was his way or the highway.

And his way had gotten me here.

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