Page 95 of The Professor's Possession (Crystal River Billionaire Brothers)

Oh.

I let out a whimper. I can’t help myself.

He likes to squeeze my ass, doesn’t he?

And I like how he does so. His muscular shoulders are wide. He towers over me.

I think about the other evening when we were together, and how much he had made me moan...

“What do you want to do to me?” I ask him, my voice fluttering.

His blue eyes skim down my sweaty body, admiring me in my curves and my gym tights.

“I want tofeelyou,” he states in a near whisper.

With my finger, I coyly play with a strand of my hair. “And how will you do that, Spencer?”

Without a verbal answer, his hand creeps under the rim of my tights, beyond my dripping hot sweat, and to my lower lips. I tolerate a willing gasp as he carefully orbits the sensitive border of my pussy. I shudder as his finger peels back my folds and finds my clit.

Oh God, we’re still in the very public gym...

I am already drenching wet for him. The need for him fills me up with a burning desire that won’t be fulfilled until he fucks me. It’s insane how quickly my body readies itself for him; like the man is in possession of a light switch that can turn me on or off with just a press of his finger.

We can’t be doing this here. And yet I don’t even care...

He rubs my clit between two fingers with small loops. I cry out in pleasurable astonishment.

“Do I have your attention now, Miss Weldon?” Spencer asks fiendishly.

“Yes,” I gasp as I hurl my head back and shut my eyes close. “Keep going. Don’t stop.”

“Call me professor.”

“Keep going, Professor Penmayne.”

“Good girl.”

My body heats up with just the merest touch from this man. It’s amazing what he can do. His fingers drive me mad. My cognition of everything around me... the gym... heightens exponentially as my professor causes me to squeal with his rhythmic strokes of my clit. It issoamazing. His thumb skillfully traces circles and applies precise pressure in just the right spots. His proficiency and confidence mirror that of a man who unquestionably understands his craft, relishing every fleeting moment and each uninhibited moan he coaxes from me.

God...

My eyes open and I tilt into my professor, kissing the man on his full lips with a passion I can’t hold back.

He brings me to the brink... and then I’m falling. I let out an involuntary moan that echoes through the empty gym as he pushes me to climax. I'm swept up in successive waves of euphoric tremors - my body succumbing to uncontrollable spasms.

Oh, God...

I convulse again and attempt to fall backwards, but the professor’s spare hand steadies my back and holds me in place for him to keep working his magic below my gym tights.

“You can’t do this to me,” I mutter. “This is too much... tooincredible...”

“I like watching you when you’re like this,” Spencer growls.

And I climax again. And again. My body feels expended. Somehow, my hands find themselves running through his dark hair. I can no longer have any say over my urges.

“Your fingers should be illegal,” I pant. “They should be locked up where they can’t do those kinds of things to me. It’s a crime.”

I am so fucking wet. And I want more.

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