Page 68 of Deadly Attraction
Sweet Christmas is right, I’m foolish for even considering it.Sex—no matter how amazing it was—was not a foundation for a long-term relationship.
We’re all wrong for each other.
But sometimes, all wrong felt incredibly right.
Mitch leaned against the doorframe, buck naked, as he spoke through the closed door of Emma’s office. “Now?”
“Not yet,” she said and he heard laughter in her voice. “You’re so impatient.”
His cock was stiff and ramrod straight, bobbing at the sound of her voice, so sure of herself. She’d expressly denied him access until she was ready. He imagined her pulling her hair up into a bun, setting the glasses on her nose, clearing the top of her desk…
He rested his head against the door. “You’re killing me out here, Emma.”
Her voice came back, closer to the door. “I know.”
Damn woman. “I need to get inside you. Like, now.”
He could almost see her licking her lips, biting that full bottom one. “Good things come to those who wait.”
She sounded like she was right on the other side of the door. Taunting him. “That’s bullshit and you know it. Good things come to those who take them.”
She laughed and he heard the sound of the floor creaking as she moved away from the door. “Then you better come take what you want.”
Finally. Mitch threw the door open and…
Holy hell. He had to stop and gawk.
In the middle of the candlelit room, Emma sat like a pinup girl on the top of her desk, knees bent, breasts thrusting upward. She wore his shirt, buttoned up to her neck, but her bottom half sat bare-ass on the polished wood, a pair of black high heels on her feet, accentuating her sexy calves. Her reading glasses perched prettily on the end of her nose and she’d twisted her hair up in a messy bun.
She teased a pencil between her lips, a deep red lipstick leaving marks on the wood as she gave him a steely glare.
“Your book is overdue,” she said, licking the tip of the pencil as though about to write with it. “I’m going to have to fine you.”
The lips, the tongue, the way her gaze dipped to his full cock—it was all perfect. “I can’t wait to find out what that involves.”
Her knees parted, giving him a view of the sweetness between her legs. “I’m afraid there’s a harsh penalty.”
Striding across the floor, he grinned at her. “Whatever it is, I’ll gladly pay it.”
The librarian glare morphed into a sexy pout. She spread her legs wider as she melted back onto her elbows, her tongue sneaking out to lick her lips as she stared at his blatant erection. “Show your librarian some respect.”
Grabbing her by the hips, he slid her ass to the edge of the desk. She yelped and he laughed, dropping to his knees and slinging her legs over his shoulders. He lowered his mouth to her, kissing, nibbling, sucking.
Every time he worked on her, she came fast. This time was no exception. With her hands in his hair and her back arching off the desk, she cried out his name and came with a rush in less than a minute.
Easing her down from the orgasm, he kissed his way up her body, unbuttoning the shirt and gently sucking on each of her breasts. His lips climbed to her collarbone, her neck.
“What’s your fantasy?” he murmured in her ear.
Her lips parted on a contented sigh. “Anything with you in it.”
His ego liked that. “Nothing specific? Maybe a cowboy taking you in the hay? Wait, I bet you’re into geeky academics. You probably have some professor fantasy.”
“No.” Her eyelids fluttered open. She stroked his shoulder. “I don’t really have any fantasies.”
Seriously? “Everyone has sexual fantasies.”
Her eyes were serious, a couple of tiny lines forming between her eyebrows. “I guess I’ve never met anyone who inspired them.”
