Page 54 of A Discovery: Love and Other Things

I lifted my hands, signaling I was done, and stepped around him to leave. In one swoop, he grabbed my arm and pulled me back, pressing my ass against the edge of the counter. I was stuck with his rough hand holding my chin in place and his hips pinning me in.

With all my might, I shoved against his chest, but he didn’t move. “Let me go, James! I can’t do this again. My head is swimming and I need water.”

He angled his nose down to my mouth and inhaled my breath. Those beautiful cobalt eyes that I loved were dark like stone. “You’re fucking drunk.”

I cackled. “For someone so smart, it sure does take you long to figure out the obvious, huh?”

Suddenly, he flipped me so my lower belly was rammed against the edge of the counter. My palms flew to the surface for balance. I was hunched over, staring at our reflection: me, breathless, and him, a monster ready to rage.

“Leave me alone!” I wriggled to break free of his arm wrapped around my chest, but I was just too out of it to fight properly. “Why are you here? Shouldn’t you be digging shit up?”

He buried his nose in my hair. His cock was hard and pressing into me, reminding me of the dirty things it was capable of. “Birthday party for Blossom,” he grunted.

“Who?” I bit out, trying to keep from rubbing against him. His erection was clouding my judgment more than the alcohol.

“Dr. Moore,” he hummed, tickling my skin with the tip of his nose.

My body went rigid like he had electrocuted me with just that one name.

That fucking bitch?

And instantly, I was ready for Round Two.

“You should go back to yourcolleague.” Emphasis on “colleague,” with none of the meaning. I bucked him with my ass, but instead of pushing him away, it just ended up grinding against his dick.

“Stop worrying about her. She’s married...happily.”

So, there it was, Dr. Moore was a married woman. Relief flooded my body. But I was still angry about his hate for Felipe.

His body bent over mine, and his hand lifted the hem of my dress high enough to rub himself against my full cheeks exposed by my thong. Unwanted desire flickered to life in my core as I watched his jaw clench as he worked me.

“I want that boy to stop touching what’s mine,” he groaned.

I had difficulty remembering why I was so upset with him when all I could think about was how I wanted him to direct his attention to my aching pussy.

I leaned further forward, angling my hips back so he could hit my covered yet swollen lips with his motion. The sensation was nearly enough to make me combust. “He’s just a friend.”

He ripped my panties down my legs, then smoothed my cheeks with his hand before administering a hard slap. “Do you let your friends grind their cocks into your ass, too?”

“No, only asshole professors who go around swinging their dicks to prove they’re better than college boys.” He might have had my pussy, but I would take his ego.

Suddenly, his zipper released and without hesitation, he slammed into me, lurching my body forward.

We cried out in unison at the impact. No more fighting. No more resisting. There was just this—our primal need for one another.

His ministrations weren’t gentle, and I didn’t want them to be. I wanted him to use me, to take his anger out on me.

His skin slapped against mine as he railed me from behind. Sex had never been this good, nor would it ever be this good again. I would mourn this relationship when it was over and would always wonder what could have been.

Would I hate him for the way things ended when they inevitably did? Would he miss me? Would we ever run into each other again?

There were so many unknowns that scared me, but it scared me more to ask the questions that troubled me.

Tonight, we were simply together, and I would relish that fact.

He yanked the neckline of my dress down, exposing my bra, and roughly pulled the cups down, releasing my tits from their bondage. He palmed one of the shaking mounds.

Our breaths were erratic as we watched ourselves fucking like animals in the mirror before us. Every twitch of muscle...every bead of sweat...every expression yearning for more. We saw it all.

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