Page 145 of Sugar

Something I’d been thinking about since she’d first told me what happened on the bench in the far corner of the library.

I approached from behind her and barely held in an admonishment when I saw she was in leggings and not the dress I’d told her to wear. Instead, I quietly ducked down one of the many abandoned aisles just as a picture came through.

Me: Good. Now send me one up your skirt while you’re sitting on my bench.

I heard her sharp inhale, and my cock jerked.

When she took a few steps toward the exit, I hurriedly sent another message.

Me: Madeline.

She stopped as if I’d said her name out loud. She started to lower her phone before thinking better of ignoring me.

Smart.

Guppy: Maybe a different time. I don’t want you to accidentally show Cohen the wrong one lol.

My enjoyment at toying with her disappeared at just the idea of anyone else seeing what was mine.

Fun over, I stepped out. “Are you sure it’s that and not that you disobeyed my order?”

She let out a startled yelp as she jolted and spun around. Her hand went to her chest. Seeing it was me, she started to deflate before remembering she had, in fact, broken the rules. She braced again. “What’re you doing here? I thought you had a meeting?”

I took a step forward.

She took one back.

Maybe my plan isn’t ruined after all.

“I assigned it to someone else,” I said.

Fear forgotten, she didn’t retreat when I closed the rest of the distance. Instead, she smiled up at me like I said I gift wrapped the moon just for her. “You did?”

“Yes. And I was hoping we could use that time to fool around like I’ve been fantasizing about since you told me about what happens here.” I hooked a finger in her leggings and hauled her body against mine. “But it looks like that won’t be happening.”

“I was going to change before I saw you. I didn’t want to spill French toast on my white dress. I know it’s your favorite.” She jutted her chin, and a calculating look came into her blue eyes. “When you think about it, I didn’t listenforyou. You’re welcome.”

“That’s fine.”

Her brows raised. “It is?”

“Of course. It just means I’m the only one who gets to come.”

“I thought you didn’t do punishments,” she said with an adorable pout that I wanted to fuck from her face.

“You know things are different with you.” I released my hold and sat on the hard bench. Spreading my legs, I tilted my head in a silent command.

“I can run home to change,” she tried.

I added a not silent one. “On your knees, Madeline.”

If she gave any hint of apprehension, I would’ve backed down and waited until we were home.

Or at least in my car.

But it wasn’t trepidation that flashed across her pretty face. It was regret and enthusiasm as she sank to her knees.

That and lust so blatant, it blew her pupils as she stared up at me expectantly.

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