Page 35 of Lilies in Autumn

“The first, Grey. I want the first.”

“I need to hear you say it. Tell me exactly what you want.”

She scowls at me, annoyance written all over her face at my request. “Fine. I want to explore this. I want to explore you.” Her eyes widen at her slip up and I chuckle. “With you. I meant with you.”

“Sure you did, vixen.”

Kissing her in this dimly lit room, with a smashed smart board and musty stench, has been one of the greatest decisions of my life, and in this moment, I promise myself that I won’t do anything to make her regret this.

“When’s your next class?” I ask, trying to figure out how much longer I can steal her away.

“Not until later this afternoon. Why?”

I shift her lower, letting her center brush against my erection, and her gasp fills the room.

“Can we make it to another base?”

“Did you just reference baseball regarding sex?”

“You’re not going to lose your virginity in a dirty classroom, don’t worry.” With her glasses, she does look like a sexy teacher, so we’ll need to revisit that, just not for her first time. “But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to taste you right now.”

Her cheeks flush. “Wow. So, you want to load bases at third?”

“Only if you tell me yes.”

“I think, yes.” She shakes her head. “I mean, yes.”

“Are you sure? Once I have my mouth on you, there’s no way I’m walking away.”

“Yes.”

I back us away from the door, setting her on the large desk at the front of the room. “Vixen,” I whisper, hovering just above her ear and using my tongue to trace her earlobe. She fucking loved when I did that to her yesterday, and I’m more than happy to remind her. “The walls are thick, but if you yell, you’re going to have some nosy fucks running in here real quick. I’m going to need you to be quiet for me this time.” She sucks in a breath when I bite her and then suckle my mark to remove the sting. “I promise, next time, we’re going to be alone, in an empty fucking house, where I can hear every moan, whimper, and cry you make.”

I feel her hands in my hair, pulling me away from the worship I’ve devoted to her neck and ear. I look at her, panting and flushed from just my mouth, and feel pride swell in my chest that I’m the only man to ever see her like this. I capture her mouth, parting her lips with my tongue, and sink into the kiss. Her kisses, which started as timid and unsure yesterday, are confident and knowing today. Like a switch flipped within her, she bites at my lower lip, sucking it into her mouth like the temptress I knew she was.

I work my hands down her body, cupping her full tits before squeezing. Breaking from the kiss, I murmur, “I can’t wait to see these tits again,” against her mouth, before diving back in. Her mouth parts wide beneath mine, a strangled gasp tearing through the room as I alternate between caresses and gentle kneading. Her breasts are a work of art, and if we were anywhere other than an abandoned classroom on campus during the first day of classes, I wouldn’t hesitate to rip her shirt and bra off. I’d take my time, sucking and nipping at each breast, pinching and blowing on her nipples until they stood out hard against her chest. But despite the heat burning between us and the need I can taste, I’m not going to strip her naked in the middle of a classroom.

Our mouths break apart and our heavy breathing fills the silence of the room. My hands drift lower, resting at the top of her jeans. Playing with the button, I look at her, trying to decipher the look in her dark eyes. “Tell me to stop,” I grind out, giving her the chance to end this. My words hang heavy, resting between us before Ava shakes her head.

“No.”

Her button opens easily. Parting her jeans, black silk greets me with the sweetest fucking bow on the waistband. I run my thumb over the useless ribbon. “Fuck, it’s like you’re a present wrapped just for me.” I look at her face again. “Tell me to stop.”

“No.”

I pull on her jeans. She follows my wordless command, leaning back on her hands and lifting her hips upward. “This is your last chance, vixen. Tell me to stop.”

There’s a pause before her voice fills the space.

“No, Grey. Don’t stop.”

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Ava:

I think I’m hallucinating. Or maybe I’m dying. Am I hallucinating while dying? I’m not entirely sure, but my current reality is a blonde Viking god kneeling between my legs while I recline like a Roman noblewoman on this desk.

I’m not complaining about it, but I cannot believe that this is happening. When I experienced the wrath of the coffee machine from hell this morning, I didn’t think that my coffee-covered body would become a personal ice pop for the hottest man I have ever seen.

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