Page 118 of Their Naughty Student (Office Intrigue Duet 6)
Over and over, I drove into her until we were panting, sweat slicking our bodies as we moved together as one.
Jamie squeezed my hips with her thighs, pulling me to her. “More,” she whispered. “I need more. All. Give me all of you.”
“I can’t do that.” I couldn’t. If I did, I would hurt her.
“I’m not asking for your heart,” she clarified.
I smiled. “You already have that.”
Her eyes flared slightly. “All of you, Edge.”
I shook my head.
“You can,” she insisted, meeting me thrust for thrust. “All of you.” Her teeth nipped my collarbone. “Everything.”
I slammed into her, paused as I watched her eyes glaze with desire. Retreated slowly. Slamming into her again, I curled my hand behind her thigh, holding her there as I impaled her, taking and giving exactly as she requested. Her soft whimpers turned to urgent pleas and I couldn’t stop. Her pussy gripped me, pulling me in deeper. I was completely lost to this woman, so fucking lost.
“Fuck,” I growled. “Baby … fuck. I need you to come for me. Come all over my cock.”
I thrust into her, insane with the need to feel her pussy clench around me. I wasn’t gentle, and when her nails scraped down my back, I knew she didn’t need gentle. This woman needed me. Not the man who wanted to protect her but the one who wanted to own her.
I slid one hand under her head, fisted her hair, and held her there, staring into her dark, lust-filled eyes. “Come for me, sweetness. Right … fucking … now.”
Jamie screamed, her back bowing as her knees gripped my hips tightly. Her pussy locked on my cock, squeezing, ripping my orgasm from me. I came for what felt like an eternity, holding her in place.
It was then I knew she wasn’t going to be my undoing.
She already was.
Jamie
IT WAS PROBABLY BAD FORM TO SLIP out on a man after sex, but that was exactly what I did.
The instant Edge was asleep, I slid to my feet, snatched my dress, and made my way to the living room. I knew I looked like I’d been well-fucked because I had, but I couldn’t do anything about it. I hadn’t brought anything with me, so I was screwed.
Being that we were in an upscale hotel, I took a moment in the secondary bath near the door, washed my face with the tiny bar of soap, finger-combed my hair, then figured it was the best I could do. Hopefully no one would think I was a prostitute, but if they did…
Well, there were worse things.
By the time I made it to the lobby, my Uber was pulling up. Luckily, during one of our previous conversations, Cav had mentioned the hotel he was staying in. Gave me the room number, even. I only hoped he was there, otherwise, I would be on my way home without fixing what I’d clearly broken.
Wishing I’d thought to go home first, to shower and change, freshen up, I forced my feet to move through the lobby, ignoring the eyes of the night manager, pretending I had every right to be there. The elevator took me to the seventh floor. I stepped out to silence, glanced at the sign on the wall. I stopped at the door with his room number and knocked before I could change my mind.
No one answered.
“Shit,” I muttered, knocking again, this time louder.
I wouldn’t blame Cav if he didn’t answer the door. In fact, I was preparing for that when I heard the distinctive click of a deadbolt being unlocked.
Cav didn’t offer so much as a forced smile when he pulled the door open, revealing his near-naked form. He briefly peered into the hall, probably looking to see if Edge was with me. I stood there nervously, waiting for him to say something.
“What do you want, Jamie?” His tone was clipped, his voice raspy with sleep.
“May I come in?” The last thing I wanted to do was grovel in the hallway. I would, sure. But it wasn’t ideal.
Cav pulled the door wider, took one step back. I walked inside, my heels clicking muffled by the thin carpet.
The door shut behind me and I turned to see Cav waiting, an impatient expression, his thickly muscled arms crossed over his immaculate chest. It didn’t help that he was wearing only a pair of boxers.
I shifted my small clutch from one hand to the other, my tongue tied. I had no idea what to say to fix the rift I’d put between us.
“Why are you here, Jamie?”
“I…” Crap. This was far more difficult than I’d thought it would be.
“Spit it out. I’m tired.”
Ouch.
“I’m sorry about what I said, how I made you feel,” I blurted. “I honestly didn’t mean it the way it sounded.”
“Didn’t you?” he countered. “It’s not the first time you added me in as an afterthought.”
