Page 98 of Sinful Desires

Grabbing my bag, I slung it over my shoulder and stepped out into the hallway. When I made it outside, the sun blinded me, making me narrow my eyes. The cold air seeped into my skin, eliciting a shiver from me, and causing me to wrap my arms around my body in an attempt to get warm.

I was missing my leather jacket right about now. With that thought in mind, I made a mental note to do laundry sometime on Friday either before or after the party. Hell, maybe even during.

Monroe was seated behind his desk when I arrived. His light brown hair was slicked back today with only a few strands out of place. When the door closed behind me, his back straightened, and his gaze locked on mine.

“The door can stay open,” he said in a gruff voice.

Shrugging, I made my way toward him with intent. Despite playing it off like I didn’t give a shit, my heart was thrashing around in my chest. “If you want it open so badly, then get up and do it yourself.” I smirked.

Wetting my lips, I strolled past my seat and over to him. As I approached, his eyes widened before taking in my outfit and he shrunk back into his seat as far as he could.

“Sit down,” he ordered, inclining his head to the chair adjacent to him.

“What’s wrong, professor? Are you scared?”

I stood by his side a few moments, waiting for him to either kick me out, threaten to report me, or something. When none of that happened, I slung one leg over his body and straddled him. His black slacks felt weird against my bare pussy, and I was certain he could feel the heat coming off me.

Sucking in a sharp breath, his gaze dropped to where I sat on him. A slow, suggestive smile tugged at my mouth as I shrugged off my bag and let it fall to the floor.

“Aspen,” he warned. But it was too late. He was already hard before I lowered myself onto him—the proof of that pressing against me.

I began rocking my hips against him, the desire coursing through me. I haven’t wanted someone like this since my night with Collin weeks ago. I needed this.

“Tell me you don’t want me, and I’ll stop,” I offered in a breathy tone. I placed a hand on each shoulder to help navigate my movements.

He muttered a series of curse words, his chest heaving as his own desire pulsed through him. There was no denying the attraction between us. Not anymore.

“Fuck,” he said. “I can feel how wet you are.”

Halting my movements, I stared at him with hooded eyes. I grabbed his hand and slipped it up my skirt before he even had a chance to think about stopping me. His fingers grazed over my folds, sending electricity through me.

His breathing labored when finally, he jerked his hand back and shook his head. “I can’t do this.” Tightening my grip on his hand, I held it in place.

“But do you want to?”

“This is inappropriate.”

Frustration slithered through me. I knew I was being selfish, but right now, I didn’t care. “I don’t give a shit,” I snapped. “It’s not like anyone’s going to find out.” I wanted him so bad it hurt. Rationality might as well have not existed at all.

I pushed his hand back beneath my skirt, and he didn’t stop me. His eyes clouded over with lust. Once his hand brushed against my pussy once more, he took initiative, plunging a finger inside me.

A startled yelp fell from my lips from the unexpectedness, and my hands instantly moved to his shoulders again for support. He quickly found a rhythm, thrusting his finger in and out of me, forcing my breaths to come out in shallow pants. His finger felt good, but I needed more.

Wrapping his free arm around my waist, he held me against him as he shoved another finger inside, making my back arch.

“Is this what you want?” he growled.

All I could do was moan out in response and grind my hips into his finger for more friction. A deep chuckle escaped him, making my core ache.

“I need more,” I said breathlessly, rocking in tune with the pumps of his hand.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” he whispered. “What you’ve been doing to me.” Removing his fingers, he planted both hands on my hips and lifted me, forcing me to stand.

Before I could even think about what was happening, he started undoing the button on his slacks. In seconds, he was stepping out of them and revealing his navy-colored boxers.

“I don’t have a condom on me,” he admitted. “So, you’re going to have to be really still when I tell you to.” His hooded gaze clashed with mine. “Can you do that for me?”

I smirked despite my insides screaming for him. “I guess we’ll find out.”

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