Page 258 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 2
I went to move my skirt back over my ass, but he pushed down on my hips, keeping me in place.
“I used to dream of this back when I was your professor.” His hand gently massaged my ass where he’d spanked me. “Your ass in the air, begging for me to fill you. Right there in the middle of my classroom. I used to get hard just thinking about it. I’d jerk off in the shower to that very image. I’d imagine you touching yourself to that very same fantasy.” His index finger slid inside of me.
God.
His fingers swirled around in my wetness. “I’d think about how tight your pussy was.” He slid another finger in next to his first. “I’d imagine the way you’d clench around my cock as you came.”
“James…”
“I couldn’t get enough of you even before I ever had you.”
“Me too.” I’d thought about him incessantly. He’d been in all my dreams. I’d wanted him so badly that it hurt.
He moved his fingers faster and this thumb found my clit. He pressed down on it hard.
I came again, embarrassingly fast. His thumb continued to trace lazy circles around my clit. For a second I thought he was going to try to make me come for a third time. But then his fingers fell from my skin.
I heard the zip of his pants and then he came back into view. He sat down on the edge of the desk and stared down at me. He still looked pissed.
“I love you,” I said.
The scowl on his face slowly eased away. He reached down and pushed some of my hair behind my ear. “I love you more,” he said.
“Not possible.”
He smiled, his fingers trailing down a lock of my hair. “Why is your hair all wet?”
I didn’t need James to freak out about what Justin had done. Everything had turned out just fine. “It’s a long story. I’ll tell you some other time.”
“And why was Justin wearing my clothes?”
I laughed. “I’m sorry about that.” I looked up at him. “I’m sorry about all of it. I just…I’m horny all the time. I blame it on the pregnancy.”
He laughed. “Come here.” He tugged on my arm.
I wasn’t exactly sure where he wanted me to go. So I just straddled him on the desk.
His hands settled on my hips and he dropped his forehead to mine.
“Where are we?” I asked. I was pretty sure we were in a sex classroom. And I was really glad the seats weren’t filled with spectators.
I didn’t have to look to know he was smiling at my question.
“I honestly have no idea,” he said. “But let’s go home.”
“Home? We’re supposed to go to the hotel. In separate rooms.”
He shook his head. “We can sneak into the hotel rooms early in the morning. But I need you in our bed tonight, okay?” He breathed in my exhales.
“Okay.” I doubted anyone would miss me tonight anyway. They were all shit-faced. Today had been crazy. And I just wanted to go home with my husband.
I’d tortured him tonight. He’d tortured me back. And I needed to make sure we were okay. “I love you most,” I said.
His lips brushed against mine. “Impossible.” One of his hands moved from my waist to my stomach.
He didn’t say another word. But I knew what he was saying in the silence. That he loved our unborn baby too.
“Okay, let’s go home. Besides, he needs his Harry Potter bedtime story.” I put my hand on top of James’.
