“And I’m going to enjoy fucking you.” He anchored his hand on her hip. “Spread your legs.” He nudged them apart with his knee. “If you liked screwing those frat boys, you’re going to love getting fucked byme.”
“Ohgod, yes, Professor, I am.” Her breath came in gasps. Her bodyshook.
With his shaft in hand, he pressed the head against her slickened core. Then he slid his cock back and forth over her opening until she begged formercy.
“How do you want to bepunished?”
“Hard andfast.”
With his head poised at her opening, he reached around and fondled her fantastic tits, squeezing and pinching her nipples. She shot him a primal stare over her shoulder while her throaty moans made his kneesweak.
“Please,please, fuck me, Professor. I need you inside me when Icome.”
He took himself in hand and tunneled inside her hot, tight sex. She felt incredible. Her throaty cry made his balls tighten. Through gritted teeth, he bit out, “You come when I let you. Do you understand me? I’m in control. Not you.” The harder he fucked her the more intense her cries andwhimpers.
She bent farther over and spread her legs wide. On his next thrust, he sank to her end, pleasure spiraling through him. The reality of everything faded away as the ecstasybuilt.
“Yes, ohmygod, yes, I’m trying not to come, but damn you feel—oh, oh, fuuuuck—sogood,” sherasped.
Their gritty, raw sounds filled his ears as he waxed his speed, driving himself to her end, again and again. “Harder, Professor,” she criedout.
“Come for me, Electra.” This time he smacked her ass with hishand.
“Oh, hell, yes.” Crying out, she convulsed and shook as the orgasm ripped through her. “I’m coming,” shehissed.
He slammed balls deep into her and released. Waves of pleasure pounded through him. He groaned through gritted teeth, the intensity stealing his breath, his thoughts, his mind. For several euphoric seconds, the intense pleasure filled him with hope. Every agonizing moment disappeared in a fog of ecstasy and he enveloped her in his arms. Still panting, he let the goodness wash over him. Whatever savagery this woman had evoked helped exorcise hisdemons.
As Crockett caught his breath, her delicate back distracted him. He wanted to drop tender kisses along her skin. But this was nothing more than a hookup in a swanky sex-play club. He’d done his job. And made sure she’d come. In the world of anonymous fucking, he’d done right by her. Though he couldn’t imagine why he should care. For all he knew, he’d never see her again. But somehow, pleasuring this womanmattered.
While Crockett wanted to stay inside her heat, Hunter didn’t cuddle or engage in tenderanything, so he withdrew. She turned to face him, wrapped her arms around his neck and rubbed those fabulous tits and engorged nipples against his chest. Would she break her rule and kiss him? Kissing this sexy goddess would beheaven.
Still catching her breath, she murmured, “Did that boost mygrade?”
He wanted to laugh.She’s good.Unable to stop himself, he smiled. “Only marginally. Next time, nippleclamps.”
On a soft gasp, she rose on tiptoes and twirled her tongue in his ear. “I can’t wait. Thanks for the funfuck.”
He’d no idea whether her interest in using the nipple clamps meant in the next ten minutes, in an hour or sometime next week. Since he wasn’t about to blunder through a question, he excused himself into the bathroom. When he returned, she was gone.Damn.
But she’d left a note on his sports coat. “Until next time,Professor.”
With a satisfied smile, Crockett dressed and left the club.Next timecouldn’t come soonenough.
5
Stuck with Max
Alexandra’s blood boiled.Herformer boss, Max Buchard, had kept her waiting for over an hour.On purpose.Her stomach growled again. She rummaged through her handbag and spied a stick of gum.Yes!
But it was so old she couldn’t separate it from its wrapper. She gave up and tossed it into the trash. Her meeting, with the pompous TV station manager, had been at eleven. She’d made the incorrect assumption she’d be out by eleven thirty and grabbing a sandwich with the DC lunchcrowd.
She needed to take this gig for more reasons than a paycheck. Being an out-of-work journalist was the kiss of death. So, she’d do what the network recommended.I’ve endured Max before. I can do itagain.
Four years ago, Alexandra had applied for the weekend anchor position in the mid-sized northern California city where she worked. Max, then her news director, had pressured her to withdraw her candidacy. She refused. His decision to promote another woman was overruled by the station’s GM and Alexandra got the job. The other candidate filed harassment charges claiming she’d had a sexual relationship with Max in exchange for that anchor spot. Not only had Max vehemently denied any sexual misconduct, he blamed Alexandra for the entirefiasco.
A young man with a shiny complexion zoomed around the corner. “Alexandra Reed?” She glanced up at him and smiled. Had to be an intern. “Max will see younow.”
Painting on a smile, she followed him through the newsroom toward the corner office. While one reporter paced with phone to ear and a copy girl scooted by on the way to production, a handful of reporters worked at their desks. Even though it had only been two weeks, she missed the excitement of working in a newsroom. If she felt at homeanywhere, it was here. Her anxiety morphed intoexcitement.
