Page 45 of Delectable Lies

Goosed flesh pebbles at the base of my neck as my vocabulary lodges in my throat, cutting off my reply.

Then, with a slight flick of his wrist, his pen slides beneath my underwear, tracing my slit, once, twice. Shuffling in my seat, I draw my thighs together, hoping he’ll remove his hand before anyone notices it has disappeared underneath my skirt. Unfortunately, my poor attempt backfires when my thighs push against his wrist, and the tip of his pen slips between my slick folds. The intrusion makes me gasp, but it doesn’t stop him, and suddenly, every head in the room turns and all eyes land on me.

“Is everything okay, Saoirse?” Mr Lynch’s brows crease with concern as my cheeks burn red.

From the corner of my eye, I spy the devious tilt of Rohan’s lips. I open my mouth, and just as I acknowledge Mr Lynch’s question with a breathlessyes,Rohan pushes in further, and my hips thrust from the chair.

“Are you sure?” Mr Lynch presses as Rohan rips his hand away before sliding the pen between his lips.

A low hum rumbles from Rohan’s chest as my taste touches his tongue, but I manage a quick nod, reassuring my English teacher. Once he turns back to face the whiteboard, I settle my glare back on Rohan.

His eyes glisten with mischief as he slowly slides the pen from his mouth before licking his lips. “Delicious.”

“You’re a fucking arsehole.”

His eyes crinkle with humour as he lowers his lips to my ear. “Mo chorp. Mo phusa. Mo bhanríon. Mine.”My body. My pussy. My queen. Mine.

“Says who?”

“Our last names.”

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