Page 65 of Toy for the Teachers (Forbidden Fantasies)

“All for you, Warren,” she murmured against our kiss. “Right now, it’s all yours.”

Millie moaned as my two fingers traced up her folds and swirled around her clit. She felt like paradise, too good to be real. When I dared to push into her, Millie whimpered, and I could feel the smile in her kiss. Pulling her arms around my neck, I felt every ripple of pleasure course through her body, and it was all my doing.

I could have her just like this.

I could have more.

Even if I didn’t get to steal every second of her spare time, Millie could leave me more than satisfied. There was so much of her spirit and her beauty, more than enough to go around.

Our kiss deepened as I beckoned the ecstasy out of her body. My fingers curled inside her, driving Millie right to my tongue and teeth. The moment grew more heated, more frenetic and feral, and I realized for a split second I never locked the office door.

Was it terrible I wanted someone to find us like this? As I recalled how it burned me up to see Vladimir kissing her, I wondered how it might tempt another man to see Millie in my arms. I wondered how sensual it could be to see Millie come undone again and again.

“Warren,” she whimpered.

Her climax was coming closer. Muffling her cry of delight, I quickened my pace. I didn’t relent until Millie quaked under my touch and convulsed in sheer pleasure. Her lips left mine for fresh air, and as took her gasping breaths, I dared to taste the flavors left on my hand.

Millie was salty, a little sour and sweet, and very tempting.

“I-I’ve got to get to the office,” she breathed, “but promise me you’ll think about it? Don’t write this off, please.”

“How could I?” I answered, realizing how labored my own breaths had become.

After a performance like that, I couldn’t deny wanting more, even as I pulled a tissue from my desk and wiped Millie clean. I watched her slip her underwear back under her skirt, and I wondered when I would be invited to pull them off again.

“Thank you, Warren,” she purred before kissing me one last time. “I’m really glad we ran into each other.”

I found myself grinning as I replied. “You and me both, baby.”

With a final kiss, Millie went off with her tea and a glow on her face, and I knew then and there that I couldn’t deny her. I didn’t care how it looked. I didn’t care how many men would hold a piece of her heart. Even if I had to share Millie Jackson, I needed for her to be mine.

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