Page 19 of Daring the Bad Boy

That he was completely naked under that robe, had her getting light-headed.

He shook his head, his gaze intense and teasing at the same time. “Fifty pounds is not enough,

because you’ve been a very bad girl.”

Her heart skipped several crucial beats – all sorts of inappropriate fantasies, that she never thought she was even capable of, charging through her mind. “I have?”

“You kept looking at me, Rosie, when I told you not to. That’s pretty naughty.”

“I’m sorry,” she said, not sorry at all, as he released the top button on her blouse. Her chest expanded as she dragged in one tortured breath, to stop from passing out. Her back arched, instinctively offering her breasts to him.

“Sorry’s not gonna cut it.” That questing thumb slid beneath the skimpy lace of the push-up bra she’d borrowed from Tash’s stash of clean lingerie.

“Not for all the times those sea-green eyes checked out my junk.” His voice deepened on the words ‘sea-green’ and she got a heady thrill at the thought he liked the color of her eyes. No one had ever described them like that before.

The thrill collided with all the other emotions she was not supposed to be feeling.

It’s just sex talk, Rosie. Exceptionally good sex talk. Don’t get invested.

“You wanna know how damn excruciating it was to keep from getting hard? With your eyes on me?”

“It must have been dreadful,” she murmured, trying for coquettish, but getting breathless and eager instead as she almost choked on the lump of need in her throat. “It was hard for me too…”

Undoing the last three buttons with deft fingers, he slid a rough palm beneath the silk to part her blouse, exposing her breasts in Tash’s fuck-me bra – the distended nipples clearly visible through the gossamer lace.

Thank you, Tash, and your filthy taste in lingerie.

His thumb circled, playing with the engorged tip as a low groan issued from her lips.

“Yeah, I can see how hard it was for you.” The sensual smile was both promise and provocation. “I’m going to have to punish you for teasing me like that, Rosie.”

Yes, please.

“But what if someone sees us?” she said, her breathy voice barely audible above the rush of adrenaline making coherent thought all but impossible.

It was broad daylight, in her office. What if one of the students popped back to get something? What if the caretaker came to lock up? What if…?

“Tough shit,” he said, cutting through her frantic thoughts. “I’m not waiting any longer to have you.”

He scooped her heavy breast out of the lace demi-cup and bent to lick the tip. She bucked against him, aware of the thick flesh pressing into her belly through the robe, as he blew on the wet flesh. The whisper of sensation felt like a firebrand. And the last tenuous hold she had on coherent thought, on sensible and responsible and rational thought, snapped like a high tension cable, zapping electric sparks through her body and lighting up every one of her erogenous zones.

She threaded her fingers through his hair, dragged his mouth down to hers. He deepened the kiss, and her back hit the wall with a soft thud.

Pulling back, his hair disheveled from her mauling, he let out a low chuckle.

“You’ve got way too many clothes on.” He pushed her blouse off her shoulders, unclipped the front hook of the bra. Her breasts spilled out.

She heard the groan as he bent to suckle her, the strong tugs firm and forceful. She grappled with the fly on her jeans.

He stepped back to let her wiggle out of them. And suddenly she was standing as good as naked in front of him. In her office.

Oh, God, this was real. She folded her arms across her breasts, suddenly shy and unsure.

“Don’t.” He lifted her arms. “You’re beautiful.”

“I’m stark naked in my office,” she said, shuddering with reaction, exposed and yet still desperately horny.

“Tell me about it.” His conspiratorial grin had a laugh popping out of her mouth. Until he untied his robe and let it fall open. Her gaze rushed down, taking in the ridged eight-pack, the tantalizing ropes of muscles that defined his hip, the thicket of hair at his groin, that she was now intimately familiar with. Then zeroed in on the massive erection – in all its glory.

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