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“Fantasy of yours?”
“Pretty much all I think about in class every time you’re sitting there in the front row.” I stood and began making my way to her. “Don’t act like you don’t think the same thing when you come in with your lips painted red, making me pay attention to you. Making me remember the way they look stretched around my dick.”
“Maybe,” she said, shrugging.
“Tease.”
“What are you going to do about it?”
I stood right in front of her, her head tilted all the way back to stare up at me. “Have you ever been spanked, Miss Derringer?” If I shifted my gaze below her chin and blew hard enough, I’d be able to shift her shirt and see her pert nipples. Is that what other men in the room could see too? I could feel my face flinch but pushed for a neutral look awaiting her answer.
Her tongue slicked across her lips and she shook her head. “Another fantasy?”
“I have no idea, but I’d love to try with you.” Honestly, I had a hard time thinking past anything other than being inside of her as much as possible. Being with her as much as possible. Keeping her as my own as much as possible.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and stood on her tiptoes to kiss my chin. With her fingers in my hair, she directed me down to her lips. “Maybe we’ll have to figure it out sometime, Dr. Pierce.”
With a growl, I began feasting at her lips, tasting her, claiming her. I gripped her slim waist and hoisted her up on the desk and wedged myself between her thighs. She rocked her hips against my erection behind my slacks and stars burst before my eyes.
“Callum,” she whispered. “Yes.”
I placed a few more desperate kisses to her lips, but then stopped to pull back and just take her in. She was so beautiful and so full of life. The way she looked up at me, her eyes glazed in passion and desire, a spark of something else hidden in them and I wanted to know. I opened my mouth to ask but froze wondering how many others she’d given that look to. Jackson? Anyone behind the glass that had requested that they wanted the performer to look at the wall so they could feel more a part of the scenario?
I leaned down to kiss her again, trying to erase the thoughts from my mind, but they were like drums in my head, and I couldn’t let them go no matter how hard I tried. And like a glutton for punishment, as though knowing she worked there wasn’t enough, I asked anyways.
With my lips pressed to hers, I pulled back just enough to ask, “Have you done anything with anyone?” The thought of Jackson even pretending to have his hands on her sent a rage boiling through my blood.
She stopped kissing me all together and pulled back completely. She wouldn’t even look me in the eye and I prepared myself for the worst. I prepared myself for the yes.
“No, Cal. I’ve turned down all requests.” I wanted to smile at her answer. The euphoric feeling spread through me and my lips twitched to show my pleasure. However, her pained expression halted the smile. She wasn’t hiding because she was scared to admit she’d done something. She was hiding because she was embarrassed that she had to even explain. I’d made her feel that. I’d made her look down and hunch her shoulders because of my own insecurity. I did that to her and it was almost more painful than the thought of her being with another man. “I’ve been working the bar. Extra to closing almost every night I can just to make up the cash because I have a payment to the school soon.”
“Let me pay for it.” It slipped off my tongue and fell between us. I hadn’t planned to say it, I hadn’t even really thought of it before, but I wanted to make her life easier. “Let me pay for the rest of the year.” I wanted to help, and it seemed like such a perfect win-win situation. She didn’t have to work here anymore, and I paid her bills.
To Oaklyn, it was the wrong suggestion. Her head jerked up toward me and her lip curled up in disgust. “What? No!”
“Please, Oaklyn.” Why wouldn’t she let me do this for her? Why was she being so damn stubborn?
“Absolutely not.” She hopped down off the desk and paced away from me. I watched her back get further and further away. I looked around the room, through the glass wall and imagined some other person behind it watching her. I imagined them jacking off or having sex while they watched Oaklyn fuck herself. Each thought built up and up, bubbling to the surface, begging me to release the pressure, let my control slip completely.
