Page 36 of Come Here and Kiss Me

“Well, I was looking for a book, Professor, and I found this room that seems very empty … and back here …”

I check the six rows and find it vacant, then turn back to the door. A small lock is practically ancient, and Ro watches as I latch the door. I stalk back to him, and I love the way my heels sound like a tease.

“Right there, no one would see,” I point, then walk past him to the shelf.

“You know, before you, I had a stellar reputation,” he taunts as he stalks toward me. “I was from wealth and bred into this life,” he murmurs roughly as he slips his hand up my skirt, his chest to mine. My back presses against the shelf, and I love it. He plays with my clit as he continues the nonsensical thoughts I choose to ignore in favor of pleasure.

My bottom lip drops, and I let out a small moan without consent. Yes. This is exactly my dream come true.

“Fuck me, Ro,” I murmur although he only nips my neck and continues strumming my clit.

“The worst thing I ever did was choosing teaching over practicing law, which was spun to be admirable,” he whispers in my ear, sending a shiver down my shoulder. “Then you showed up.”

The pleasure builds far too quickly, and I have to lean against him for support. I breathe the plea with my eyes closed, “Please, Ronan.”

“Please what?” His words open my eyes, and I stare deeply into his gorgeous gaze.

“Please, Professor Wolf.”

He laughs at me, although he doesn’t stop what he’s doing. “That’s not what I meant, Brooklyn.”

My lust-filled head can barely focus.

“Be a good little slut, and beg me to let you come.”

“You’re a fucking prick,” I manage, and he slows his motions, but I grab his forearm and give in to his wishes.

“Please make me come,” I beg him as if I’m nothing but a fuck toy for him there in the library between the stacks of our university.

He kisses me once short yet demanding and powerful before strumming his deft fingers against my swollen nub. Pleasure rushes from the depths of me. My head falls back against the shelf as small moans escape. He attempts to stifle them by kissing me again, but I can barely stay focused on the task at hand.

“Please,” I beg him again, feeling so fucking close. “Please fuck me.”

I don’t have to beg him twice for that one. He turns me around, and I brace myself, gripping the wooden shelf as he pulls up my skirt and enters me with a swift and forceful stroke. His hand wraps around my throat, pulling my head back, and he tells me to be quiet. His jacket and thrusts fill the room with a muffled sound and at a relentless pace.

His teeth drag down my neck at the same time his fingers find my clit again, and I come undone, barely able to keep from screaming out his name with strangled pleasure.

“That’s my good little whore.” He rewards me with a groan, and with two more thrusts, he comes deep inside me.

He cleans me up with his tie, then shoves it in his pocket.

“Before me, you were boring,” I tell him once my breath returns. “Just an arrogant asshole with money and privilege.”

“I’m still a prick, Brook,” he rasps, caging me back in against the shelf.“Just a prick who’s good at fucking you, and I can’t seem to think logically when you’re around.”

I smirk at his observation. For some odd reason, it gives me a sick sense of pride that I get to him like I do.

Maybe because his presence teased me for years.

He glances up to see if there are cameras as he zips himself back into his suit pants. The waves of pleasure subside, but the warmth still lingers, and I decide to put his concerns to rest.

“I already looked, Ro.” I kiss him and let the tip of my nose flick against his as I whisper, “No one will know.”

My heart thumps just as I let the words leave me.That’s what I thought last time…

And look where it’s landed me.

Engaged to the man I’ve had a crush on for as long as I can remember.

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