Page 92 of Duke's Daring Bookworm
“I don’t know. If it’s anything like the obstacle courses in basic, we’re going to need to check insurance.” I hatedhaving to be practical, but someone needed to be.
“Sure, sure. One of my old professors wants to do a book binding class. I have no idea what interest there would be in that, but maybe if we have Jessica use her social media experience, we can drum up some students.” She looked dreamy as she spoke, leaning against me, her feet casually up on what I was certain was my great-grandmother’s favorite couch.
“Would that be for rebinding existing books, or like creating journals?” I played with her hair as I spoke, stealing every other fry and feeding it to her myself.
“Good question. I’ll need to follow up and ask.”
She kept going, telling me about every application she reviewed today between the bites of fries and chicken nuggets I fed to her.
“Oh,” she jumped up and turned, bracing herself on her hands and knees above me, “and there’s one that wants to do a nighttime adults-only class about BDSM. They promise it’s a theory class about safe practices.”
“What are you going to say to that?” I brushed her hair back from her face, and picked up my burger for a bite, too busy feeding her to make sure I ate myself.
“I think yes. Not everyone has you, and some people might need to know how to keep themselves and the ones they love safe. Which reminds me, I want you to fuck my ass tonight.”
I choked on my food.
“What the fuck?” I looked around the office to assure myself that we were alone. “Lily, this is a community center. There’s kids here.”
“Oh hush. They’re three floors down, and my office is so out of the way, it’s a wonder anyone remembers I’m here.”
Ipulled her into my arms.
“Always so fucking surprising.” I kissed her forehead as she melted into me, her arms wrapping around my waist. “You want me to put my cock in your ass?”
I reached down and cupped said ass gently.
She nodded and squirmed closer to me.
“I need your words, Lily.”
“Yes, Duke. I need you.” She rested her head on my shoulder. Neither of us thought we would do anything here, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t dip my hands in her pants and graze my finger along her.
“I know, baby. Tonight.” I slid my hand along her back and under her waistband to run a dry finger around her hole, just touching it. She arched into me. “So fucking sensitive.”
She nodded and pushed against me.
“No. Not here, baby.” I kept up my slow movements, content to tease her until she was panting.
“I know,” she said, pliant under my arms.
A knock sounded, startling us from our play and reminding me why this was a bad idea. Unlike my office on a Saturday, this place had a near constant rotation of people coming and going.
I pulled my hands from her pants and helped her straighten out her clothing before getting up and going to the adjoining bathroom to clean my hand.
“So sorry if I bothered you,” Grace’s voice came from the door. “I just thought you might want lunch. I know you often forget to eat, and my cooking class made blackberry jalapeño grilled cheese. Oh, Duke.”
Grace smiled warmly at me as I came up and wrapped my arms around Lily, eying the perfectly grilled sandwiches.
“If she doesn’t want them, I’ll take some,” I said.
“We were just eating, and you’re welcome to join us.” Lily stepped back from the door, letting Grace into her office. Based on how easily she moved around the space, the two must regularly visit each other.
“I was just telling Duke about the summer course application I’ve received. I haven’t seen one from you yet. I thought you wanted to do a course on French pastries.” Lily and Grace sat on the couch, leaving me to curl up next to Lily’s legs on the floor. I loved it. She idly played with my hair, and I thought I must have been a well-kept pet in a past life, because I could have stayed right here for hours.
“I really wanted to, but I don’t know if I can.” She didn’t look sorry about this, though. She looked excited.
“Oh, why?” Lily asked.
