Page 111 of Outlaw Heartstrings
I blink, the words not quite registering in my lust-hazed brain. “What…?”
He pulls back and smirks at me. That’s when I notice the exam question sheet that’s somehow in his hand. “Answer the question, Alba.”
I shake my head. “How am I supposed to study when you’re dry-humping me like there’s no tomorrow?”
His lips graze softly over mine. “Your old way of studying isn’t working. So let’s try to make some new neural pathways, shall we?”
I literally cackle. Then I slap a palm over my loud mouth. “I’m not sure that’s how neural pathways are made.”
“This is very scientific, Alba. Trust the process,” Easton says scoldingly. “Now, I’ll repeat the question. What do you call a contract where the lender has the right to take ownership of the borrower’s property if the borrower fails to repay his debt?”
I give my head a little shake, trying to reach into my knowledge bank as this gorgeously distracting man rubs himself against me. “Um, a…a mortgage,” I reply.
Easton pumps a fist in the air. “Ding-ding-ding! Correct answer!” He smacks the curve of my behind. “See? Learning is fun.”
Clinging to the back of his neck, I laugh. “Yes, learning is fun.”
“Next question—list some of the expenses that a condo owner is responsible for paying.” His hands drag up under the hem of my tank top as he leans in and licks my throat.
“Fuck…” I pant, my mind going foggy again, but this time for a totally different reason. “Mortgage expenses…property taxes…insurance premiums…condo association fees…”
He bites my neck, making me hiss. “Correct again. You’re on a roll, baby.”
The music plays on low in the background, switching from song to song. Easton gets me hopelessly worked up as he goes over my test prep questions with me.
We cover financing, property valuations, title transfers and environmental laws. He keeps his hands and his lips on me, stopping periodically to sift through my printouts and text books for questions to ask me.
By the time we’re going over the principle of supply and demand, he’s teased my body into a frenzy.
“If the real estate inventory in an area increases while the number of potential buyers in the market decreases at the same time—”
“Prices will decrease,” I pant out as the song changes again.
“Good girl…You’re doing so well…” Easton smiles approvingly as he spins me around, pressing his front against my back. He bends me over the bed as he leans forward to grab a different textbook.
“Oh god…” I moan.
“Let’s keep going…” he encourages, softly thrusting his pelvis against my ass.
Is he for fucking real? I’m so freaking turned on, I’m about to pass out.
How am I supposed to keep going when he’s calling me a ‘good girl’ and his erection is lodged at my core and my thoughts are a mess?
I amsodone playing this game.
We’re still bent over my bed. I grip his forearm, forcing his hand between my legs. “Easton. Please.”
He drops the book without hesitation. He buries his face in the hair at my nape. “You want to come, baby?” Hisvoice is thick and raspy, only intensifying the buzz in my body.
“Yes…” I say on a little gasp, my ass grinding subtly against his crotch.
Easton grasps my hips. Pulling me against him.Hard.“Don’t hold back, Alba. Let your body move.”
I push my weight against him, rubbing harder. He groans.
His hands run up my torso to cup the undersides of my breasts. His thumbs brush over my nipples.
I take a deep breath and search my mind for coherent, civilized thoughts. But only grunts of pleasure and primitive sounds come out.
