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But I didn’t want to hurt Flynn. I let go of the professor, tapped the hand holding my leg, and he stepped back, moving out of my peripheral vision.
“Zee,” Flynn whispered. I saw it in his eyes. I finally understood the way he looked at me. It was love. It was adoration. It was home. We were each other’s safe harbour. But instead of my breakwaters holding steady, keeping the calm inside, a crack appeared in mine. My walls were crumbling, giving Flynn this part of me I’d never given him before.
I reached for him, lifting my hands to his face. Brushing my thumbs over his smooth cheeks, I finally saw the man he’d become standing before me. “Hi,” I whispered, revelling in the strength he exuded. He reminded me of a gymnast. Compact muscles, lean and firm everywhere. His warmth seeped into me, lighting up the darkest of corners of my cobweb-filled, cracked heart. When he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me closer, his other hand cupping my cheek gently, I sighed.
“You finally understand, don’t you?” he asked. When I nodded, he smiled one of those joyful light-up-the-room smiles that radiated outward from his very soul. “And you aren’t running?”
“I’ll never run from you, Flynn. I… I can’t—”
“Shh,” he whispered, his lips hovering only a hair’s breadth away from mine as he nudged my nose with his. “Do you want me?”
“Hell, yes,” I huffed with a smile. “I really do.”
“Stay,” Flynn demanded, breaking the trance he’d lulled me into. I’d forgotten about the professor even being there, forgotten where we were standing and what we’d been doing only a moment earlier. I ground my teeth together, a sudden flare of anger sparking in me. But that rage immediately morphed into heat. It pooled in my cunt, leaking down and wetting my thighs until they were slippery. “Lock the door,” Flynn growled like a man on a mission.
I turned to the professor then and shivered. He screamed sex. Dark, dirty, hard fucking. His eyes were like molten emeralds, intense and hypnotic. His hand flexed, white knuckling the doorknob. His jaw tensed as he ground his teeth together. I broke his stare, my eyes wandering down his body. He was big all over, but the bulge in his pants that he was gripping with his free hand was one I wanted my mouth around. Or my cunt. My arse. Whatever, I didn’t care as long as he made me come long and loud.
My clit pulsed and my cunt clenched tight. Fuck me, I was going to have sex with both Flynn and the professor in his office. I whimpered, needing them, wanting them.
“Your kitten needs you, angel,” Professor Reid rasped.
“So clear the table for me,” Flynn challenged, lifting his chin defiantly. I saw the quirk of the professor’s lips, a smirk like he’d seen the move before. He had. It was one I’d practically patented for use on him.
Flynn gripped my chin gently but surely, staring into my eyes as he spoke. “We’re gonna take her apart.” A gush of wetness soaked my cunt again as it practically rolled out the welcome mat and begged to be stuffed full.
The flick of the lock was loud in the quiet of the office. The only other noise was my laboured breathing. Needing them, wanting them, desperation crawled over my skin.
Breaking Flynn’s fierce stare, I watched as Professor Reid stalked to the table like a predator, swiping the contents off in one fluid stroke of his arm. Why was the bastard so hot?
“I’m still waiting for you to kiss her, angel,” he challenged.
Flynn moaned, a deep gravelly sound in the back of his throat, and it turned my insides to a shivery mass of want. My nipples peaked and my cunt clenched hard as I tunnelled my fingers into the baby-soft strands of Flynn’s golden locks and dragged his body closer to mine. He came willingly, running his hands down my back, over my butt, and clasping them under my thighs. He lifted me effortlessly, positioning me on the table as he pressed his lips to mine.
Electricity.
Fire.
Calm waters.
Serenity and bliss.
I inhaled his scent, taking it into my lungs and holding it there. He was all my favourite things—the ocean, blue skies, and a light breeze on a spring day. That perfect lie-naked-in-the-sun-and-let-warmth-infuse-your-bones kind of scent. I wanted him inside me forever. With me forever.
He pressed a kiss to my mouth again before he flicked his tongue against my lip. I opened for him, our mouths connecting for the first ever time. Our tongues touched, and he sipped from my lips, gently and reverently. I couldn’t help the moan that travelled through me like a ripple in a pond. Slow but purposeful, Flynn took me apart at the seams, flaying away every mark every man before him had left on me. He cherished me, worshipped me in his kiss.
His hands travelled the length of my body from hip to shoulder, raising gooseflesh in their wake. A third hand landed on my back, squeezing my nape as Professorhole’s lips nuzzled my hair.
“I can’t stay away,” he admitted against my temple as he pressed his erection into my thigh. “I don’t even want to.”
“Undress me,” I begged. “Need to feel you.” I wasn’t even sure who I was speaking to. All I knew was that I needed them to own every part of my body, to use me, to take everything they wanted in order to give me everything in return.
Four hands were on me at once. The professor lifted my top, exposing my tits to the men before me.
I loved bras. I loved the feel of silk against my skin and the way my boobs sat when they were locked in tight with underwire and fitted cups. But there was nothing better than watching a man’s gaze at the moment he figured out there was no bra, that my girls were hanging loose, and with the slightest movement the wrong way, with the slightest catch of my top, they’d go tumbling out. I fucking loved being watched and the jiggle that my double Ds gave me was enough to turn even me on.
It was even better when I didn’t wear panties.
Like today.
