“No,thisis the cool part.Look at where the waterjets are.”
I look closely and see the jets are positioned in a specialorder.Oh.My.God!
“‘C.B.’… My initials!”
“It’s yours after all.”
“Oh, Ethan, I love it!”
I move toward him, and he scoops me up, taking me inside.
“Now you can thank me properly,” he mumbles.
I press my lips to his—hard.He drops the arm holding my legs,and I swing them around his hips, the motion sending him falling against thedoor.
“Whoa!I forgot that you’re a lot stronger now.”
“Shut up and kiss me.”
“You need a lesson in patience, little lady,” he says, hisvoice stern.
“Oh?Are you going to give it to me?”
He starts moving, but not to the bedroom where I expectedhim to go.Instead, he walks toward the far end of the house, in the directionof his office.Closing the door behind him, he lets me slide down his body.
“What are we doing in here?”I ask.
“Teaching you a lesson.”
“Ooh…” My eyes widen in anticipation.“Are we going to playthe naughty professor?”
“You know, the good thing about you not being human anymore isI don’t have to worry about hurting you.I don’t have to hold back anymore.”
Gulp.What the fuck does he mean “hold back”?Youmean all along, I’ve been getting what he thinks is half-assed lovemaking?Fuck.
“Um… I, uh… You should get going.You’ll be late.Have agood day, sweetie.”
I kiss his cheek and get ready to dash out of the office,but he grabs my hand and reels me back in.
“Uh-uh.Get back here.”
He shoves me toward his desk, and I have to grab the edgesto keep from falling.Turning, I watch him approach with a menacing grin, slowlyunbuckling his belt.It’s not a scary menacing, just an “I’m going to fuck you sixways from Sunday” menacing.I instantly get wet.
“Ethan, please.”
“You’ve been asking for it all morning, haven’t you?”
He grabs my shoulders and turns me around, roughly pullingme against him.His erection digs into my ass cheek, and I feel my juicestrickling down my thigh.
“Is this what you want?”
His warm breath caresses my ear, making my whole body shakewith desire.
“Yes,” I whisper.
He presses his palm into my upper back, bending me over thedesk.His fingers curl into the waistband of my pants, ripping them from mybody.The material falls away, leaving me exposed to him.His hands move slowlyup my inner thigh, gently massaging.When his fingers encounter a wet spot, Ican almost hear him smiling.
“You want it that bad, huh?”
