Page 68 of Toy for the Teachers (Forbidden Fantasies)

CALEB

I didn’t know why I so desperately wanted to hear how Millie’s other men had taken her, but there was a strange thrill that came with the fantasy. I could see her in the back of my mind. Her naked frame was being pleasured by another man, but those rich brown eyes were staring at me. I could almost feel the gasping breaths coming from her parted lips, just longing to be kissed by me.

“Why don’t you tell me and find out?” I tempted her, watching as Millie realized what I meant.

Her eyes sparked with knowing, and her smile curled like she had a dirty little secret begging to be told. As we leaned closer to one another, it was natural to let my hand slide up under her skirt. Millie took in a deep, relaxed breath as my fingers crawled higher.

“Where should I start?” she wondered in a darker tone.

“From the beginning,” I urged her. “Tell me what happened the moment you opened your eyes.”

“I woke up this morning naked in Vlad’s bed, my body pressed up against his,” she explained conspiratorially. “I could feel his dick against my leg, and I just couldn’t help but push back the covers and suck every last drop out of him.”

“I bet you enjoyed that, didn’t you?”

Millie’s hands were skating up my arms, drawing me closer. I could feel myself hanging on her every word, and pretty soon, my own erection was going to be bulging out of my slacks. I’d never considered that full disclosure could be foreplay for us. I never realized how the thought of Millie being satisfied, even if it wasn’t by me, could be so appealing.

“You certainly know how I love making you feel good,” she teased, her fingers curling around my neck.

“And then what happened?”

“Vlad and I came to work, and Warren noticed us kissing in the parking garage,” she continued. “Now that I think about it, the look on his face was a lot like yours, and when I followed him to his office, he just couldn’t help himself, sweetheart. He had to get his fix.”

Our faces inched closer.

“What did he do?” I wanted to know.

“He fingered me right there on his desk, a fancy one too.”

“I told you he’s got family money,” I recalled. “So, angel, are you telling me both of your other men got their fix today, and I haven’t?”

“I never said you couldn’t, did I?”

There was no need. Without question, I had to have Millie. I couldn’t wait for the pretense of dinner or the time it would take to head back to my place. I had afternoon classes in an hour.

I could only hope we would have enough time.

Her lips meeting mine, Millie pulled herself from her chair and let me prop her on the desk. Papers and empty containers were forced out of our way. I wondered if this how Warren did it, pushing her legs apart as she fussed with my belt buckle and zipper. The thought elicited a groan from my chest, compelling my tongue to find hers. Every breath Millie took rolled her chest closer. Her body was eager to ride against me, letting that coming tidal wave of euphoria carry us as possible.

“Did he lie you back on that desk of his?” I demanded to know.

Millie let a giggle hum through her lips. “No, but I’d love it if you did, sweetheart.”

I readily obliged. With final kiss, Millie let her teeth drag against my lower lip before gently going flat on the desk. She didn’t bother to pull down her sweater as it rode up. I had seen far more of her in my own apartment, and while I would have love to strip her bare under the bright office light, the growing anticipation was becoming too overwhelming to ignore.

My erection was already protesting to be let out. My hands were begging to slide under her cotton sweater and grip her waist, but we had only barely just finished eating.

“Who needs dessert when I have you?” I teased sinfully.

Millie laughed, the sweet sound filling the air.

“I guess you call me your guilty pleasure,” she bantered back.

“Oh, you’re the very best kind.”

Pulling her mesh thong down, I let Millie bundle up the fabric of her skirt for me. I didn’t waste time to inhale the salty, heady pheromones of her body. I let my tongue press with slow intention into her skin, and it took everything inside Millie not to cry out.

“God, yes, Caleb,” she whimpered. “Just devour me.”

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