Page 84 of She’s Worth the Risk

Her lips part with surprise, eyes widening. “Nick,” she says in shock.

I grimace. “Sorry.” Warmth creeps up my neck. Honestly, what the hell has come over me?

But she gives a slow shake of her head. “No,” she says, breath quickening. “I love it.” Fire lights up her gaze. “Teach me how to behave, Professor. I’m a very fast learner.”

Fuck.

The truth is, I’ve had more than one fantasy of having Zinnia in my office. Watching her undress for me. Bending her over my desk.

And now’s my chance.

“Alright,” I rumble. “Take your dress off.”

She rises from my lap, and I adjust my aching cock as I watch her slowly loosen the tie on her dress, letting it pool at her feet.

Jesus Christ.

She’s in lacy underwear again, red this time, sheer enough for me to see the hard pebbles of her nipples, the dark thatch of hair at the meeting of her thighs. My breath hisses out as I rake my gaze over her, forgetting anything else in the world exists.

“You like it?” she asks seductively.

“Fucking love it,” I growl. “But you’ll need to take those off, too.”

She gives a husky laugh, reaching behind her to unhook her bra and toss it aside. I wait for the rest to follow, but she stops.

“Panties too, honey.”

Her eyes kindle with defiance. “Nope. Not until you give me something.”

I grind my jaw, torn between pushing back and giving in. It’s fun playing with her like this, taking charge and watching her follow my commands, but I know how much she loves to see me turned on. So I yield, unbuckling my belt to free my throbbing cock. Her gaze falls to it, pupils dialing out as I stroke.

“Fuck, Nick,” she breathes, pressing her thighs together. “You are so fucking hot.”

A grin tugs at my mouth, but I smother it, wanting to remain in control. “Panties,” I demand, and she shimmies out of them without hesitation. Then I motion to my desk, strewn with papers and textbooks. “Bend over for me, honey.”

An excited breath huffs out of her as she turns, bending at the waist across my desk. I rise from the chair, smoothing a hand over the creamy skin of her ass, the curve of her hip. She’s so fucking perfect like this, completely bared to me, so eager and willing. My dick surges as I remember her words after life drawing, I’d take your cock in every part of me. I’ve never come so hard in my life as I did that night.

I caress her ass cheek, thinking. I won’t take her like that now. Not here. But that doesn’t mean I can’t test the waters. She wants dirty? I’ll give her dirty.

I toss my glasses aside and fall to my knees behind her, spreading her thighs to find her pussy swollen and glistening. She wasn’t kidding. She’s wet as hell. I swipe my tongue through her slickness, savoring her sweet, musky taste. She emits a breathless moan, gripping the edge of my desk, spreading her legs to give me better access. I work my tongue over her throbbing clit, sucking, licking, plunging into her as she squirms on my desk, chanting my name.

And when I know she’s close, I lick higher, swirling my tongue over that forbidden ring of muscle. She tenses momentarily, more out of surprise than displeasure, a moan shuddering out of her as she melts under my touch.

“Oh, God, Nick,” she rasps, legs trembling. “Oh, fuck, yes.”

“Now who’s dirty?” I tease roughly, working my tongue over her perfect little star, fingers strumming her clit.

“You,” she counters breathlessly. “Because you love it as much as I do.”

I hum against her quivering flesh, because she’s not wrong. I’m doing this as much for me as for her. My dick leaks at the thought of burying myself in her ass, and while I know that’s not for today, I also can’t help but feel honored at the idea of her giving that part of herself to me. At her giving all of herself to me.

My tongue works in tandem with my fingers, and it’s not long before she comes, quaking on the edge of my desk, gasping for air. The minute she’s done, I rise and thrust into the heat of her, unable to wait a moment longer.

“Oh, fuck,” I grit out, pleasure rushing down my spine. “You’re so fucking wet, honey.”

She sends me a filthy grin over her shoulder. “What do you expect, after that?”

I sink deeper, gripping her waist. “You liked it, huh?”