“Iwould,” he purrs.
“And what would I wear home, then? You’d ruin my dress.”
His lips twitch. He knows exactly what I’m insinuating. If I go home to Julian in a wet dress…
A low growl escapes his lips. “Move your dress up and spread your legs.”
My mouth drops open. “No. We’re in a public place—someone could see us?—”
“I take it you’re not an exhibitionist, then?” he asks, cocking his head. “Are you worried we’ll get in trouble?”
I snap my mouth shut before answering. “Well, yeah, I mean?—”
“I’m the headmaster, Sophie. I’m in charge here. So if I want to taste your cunt before sending you home to your husband, who’s going to stop me? Plus, the only door into the pool is locked, and everyone is gone since it’s a half day.”
“But Stella is with admissions?—”
“Trust me, Sophie. No one is getting in here.”
I stop breathing. “Kai…”
He grins as he darts his eyes down to my thighs and back up. “You take risks, Sophie. You told me just now… you don’t know when to quit. Consider this a challenge.” He pauses, and his eyes pierce into mine. “The bookstore scares you. So do I. Maybe that’s a good thing.”
I swallow, unsure of what to say to that. Because he’s right.
“Go on, little dove. Show me howwetI just made you.”
Jesus fuck.
With shaking hands, I shimmy my dress up my thighs, past my hips. And then I spread my legs in front of him, giving him a full, unobstructed view of my hot pink knickers. From his position in the water, his shoulders are at about the same height as my hips, so all he has to do is gently tug my bum closer to the edge of the pool before he runs his hands along the inside of my thighs.
Everything inside of me pulses as he leans closer. His breath is hot against the thin fabric of my knickers, and his fingers dig into my thighs, just enough to make me squirm. Sliding his hands higher, the water on his palms leaves a cold, damp trail against my skin. Despite being hot, my whole body shudders as a shiver claws down my spine.
With one hand, he trails a finger upward, brushing against my seam. Gasping, I bite my lip, and my breathing turns heavy and ragged.
“You’re so responsive,” he says softly, almost to himself. Moving my thong to the side, I suck in a breath as his eyes flick down to my core. Using his thumb, he gently brushes it against my clit, and I jolt as my hands clutch the edge of the pool.
“Kai—”
“My lord,” he corrects sharply, his eyes locking on mine. “Say it.”
“My lord,” I breathe, the words barely audible.
“That’s better,” he murmurs, his voice a velvet purr. Sliding two fingers between my folds, he moves slowly—exploring.Testing.“Do you think Julian will recognize the taste of my mouth after I send you home?”
I gasp, and I feel my cheeks flush. Kai’s arrogance and confidence isn’t a cover—he’s truly in control, truly in charge of the scene.
“Answer me,” he demands, pushing into me fully.
“I—don’t know,” I stammer, the words tumbling out unbidden.
“You’re honest at least. Good girl.”
And then he’s pulling me closer. His fingers curl inside of me as his teeth graze the inside of my thigh, and I. Can’t. Breathe. Every nerve ending inside of me lights up, and I can feel everything from the warm, wet mouth inching up my thigh to the gritty concrete underneath my bare bum.
“You’re shaking,” he observes, his voice a mix of curiosity and amusement. “Are you nervous?”
I nod. “Yes.”
