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A dark satisfaction washes over his face, his body, and I can’t stop myself.
I don’t stop myself from kissing him.
I bite into his lip and tug at it and kiss him the way I’ve been thinking about for the past week. And he picks me up off the floor probably in the way that he’s been thinking about for the past week too.
As soon as my thighs cinch around his waist and my core rubs against his hard stomach, I let out a moan. He swallows it down with a grunt of his own.
“Where’d you get the skirt?” he asks, breaking the kiss, his palms kneading my ass in tight, sharp squeezes.
“My friends.”
He delivers a stinging slap to it, even as his voice is amused. “The ones who made your exit dramatic?”
I writhe in his arms. “Yeah.”
“Tell them I like them too. For looking out for you.”
I kiss his jaw, all happy. “Okay.”
“And tell them not to give you any more fucking skirts.” Another punishing slap that makes me whimper. “Because you won’t be wearing them after tonight.”
I clutch at his hair. “Not even with you?”
“No. Because you won’t be wearing much of anything when you’re with me.”
Before I can finish squeezing my thighs around him at his sexy words, I’m on his bed.
His kisses were so drugging and hot that I didn’t even realize that he was walking, taking me somewhere.
Now I’m on my back and he’s leaning over me, his silver chain dangling and hitting my chin.
But he moves away too soon.
With his cheeks flushed dark and mouth wet and parted, he stands at the foot of the bed, looking down at me while I clutch his sheets. They’re cool and smooth under my burning body.
“Show it to me,” he orders, his chest heaving.
Just like that, I know what he means.
I know.
His command flows inside my veins and fills me with so much lust and love and purpose that I can’t believe I haven’t exploded yet.
That I haven’t broken apart in a million pieces.
But it’s a good thing. Because I have to show him.
I have to show him my bare pussy and even though I didn’t think I’d have it in me, the strength, I still scramble up to my knees and shed his jacket in under two seconds.
I see him swallowing, his eyes narrowed and focused on my skirt, right where my pulsing core is.
Like they were back in that hallway when I gave him my first note.
“I’ve been…” I whisper, tugging at the hem of my skirt, and his eyes snap up to mine. “I’ve been wanting to come to your office too. To show you. My pussy.”
It’s true.
I’ve been dying to lift up my school skirt and show it to him.
For some reason, just pulling up the skirt instead of taking it off altogether makes everything more erotic. More illicit. More of a rule-breaking kind of thing.
Like I’m not supposed to do it. I shouldn’t want to show him that place between my thighs but I’m doing it anyway. I’m giving him a quick peek of what lies under my skirt because he makes me so horny and I can’t stop myself.
He clamps his jaw, his eyes glittering. “Do it then. Be my bad girl. Flash me that pussy and make me go crazy for it.”
If you got any more perfect for me, I’d lose my mind…
With his wonderful words echoing in my love-filled heart, I lift the fabric.
It goes up and up my trembling thighs, until it reaches my hips where I hold it. I move them, my hips, shifting on my knees, and at last, showing him the secret part of me.
I’ve got no panties on and he can see it all.
He can see the shape and the make of my core, all wet and naked for him. And he makes a sound.
He even jerks slightly at the sight of it.
Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he says, “She’s bare.”
I move again, undulating my hips, watching my sun turn dark and darker in front of my eyes. “I-I like how it feels.”
I do. So I shave it and keep it all smooth and bare.
He looks me in the eyes then. “Free, yeah?”
My fists tremble, holding the skirt up. “Yeah.”
He exhales a harsh breath at my answer before reaching back and snagging his t-shirt, pulling it up and off his body. His silver chain swings and comes to land between his muscular pecs with a slight thump.
God, he’s so sexy. So fucking masculine and athletic.
I don’t know where to look first.
I start at his collar bones, so beautiful and jutting, giving way to his tightly arched chest. The harsh planes dip down to build a corrugated stomach.
All tanned and smooth. So sleek and powerful.
Body of a sun-struck god.
I wanna go down further. I wanna follow the V of his pelvis and look at the bulge in his jeans but as soon as my eyes hit his belly button, he’s upon me.
