Page 115 of Illicit Education

I paused, then he took over, slowly easing himself deeper inside of me. My body stretched to make room for him. I’d known it was big, but this was something else entirely.

It was so thick; my insides pulsed, fluttered as they stretched around him. He moved with slow and steady precision, giving me time to adjust.

But then his breathing grew quicker. His movements followed. And soon he was thrusting inside of me with long, hard strokes. My fingers grasped at the glass, searching for a place to hold on. He grabbed me with one arm around my waist and his hand up around my throat and moved me forward until my body was flattened against the cool glass by the hard heat of his body.

He turned my head to the side and sucked my earlobe into his mouth, grunting as he fucked me hard against the window. The room filled with the sounds of our bodies. Sweat pooled between us. My hair stuck to my face, was plastered down my back. His hand on my throat tightened to the point that, for a moment, I couldn’t even breathe.

Then my body clenched around his cock as the first wave came over me.

“Fuck, Rylan, that’s it, baby, take it,” he growled against my throat.

My name on his lips undid me and I convulsed around him.

He continued fucking me through my orgasm, stretching it out until the very last drop, then he tightened his hold on me and his cock twitched, pumping rhythmically as he unloaded inside

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Rylan

I woke up with a start and sat straight up in bed, my heart racing. Eyes wide, I scanned the room for imminent danger, but it was so dark in here I could barely see the outline of the bed frame. My pulse kicked into overdrive as I felt around the bed, then an arm snaked out and slid over my thighs, tightening around my waist as Reed grumbled and tried to pull me closer to him.

“Go back to sleep,” he said, his words muffled into the pillow.

I ran my fingertips through the hair on his arm, trying to calm my worried heart. “What time is it?”

“Who cares? We’re not going in today.”

Today? Was it alreadytoday? “Shit!” I tried to pull away from him but he tightened his grip.

“The boss won’t care if you play hooky today, Rylan.” He sat up, feeling around for my face, then he gripped my chin and brought his lips to mine in a quick, firm kiss. “Go back to sleep.”

I groaned and flopped back onto the pillow. “I can’t. I never texted Greer last night. She’s probably freaking out.”

With a bearish growl, Reed pushed up and turned on the light, then caged me in his arms and hit me with an angry scowl.

“So… not a morning person, then.” I smiled sheepishly. “Noted.”

His lip curled, but then his gaze traveled down my naked body and his eyebrows crept up his forehead. “I could become a morning person.”

He reached for my breast and I swatted his hand away. “I need my phone.”

Reed plopped back down onto the bed. “It’s downstairs.”

I scoffed. “I’m not going down there bymyself.”

“Why not? No one else is here.”

I poked at his shoulder. “Dude. Come on.”

He lifted his head, one eyebrow cocked. “Did you justdudeme?”

I widened my eyes at him. “Please.”

He sighed loudly, then pushed out of bed and tugged on his jeans from last night, then stomped his way out of the room, flicking the switch on the wall as he passed. That metallicclickhappened again, then the whirring sound filled the room as the blinds began to lift. My stomach sank as bright light filled the room—not the pale violet light of morning, but the intense, blazing sunlight of midday in August.

“Ohhh, I’m in so much trouble.” I slid down from the bed and looked for something to put on, but my options were my corset or those rather uncomfortable faux leather shorts. I glanced at the doorway that led to the upstairs hallway.

He said no one else was here.

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