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Chapter Twenty-Five

Whitney

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HE GROWLED LOW IN HISthroat as he angled me toward the desk and caged me in against it. My heart began to race as that tension between us snapped and shattered. Nothing else mattered. The outside world faded away. His office faded until I could see and think of nothing but him.

I started unbuttoning his shirt, each movement of my fingers causing my heart to start pounding in my chest. He bunched up my sweater and pulled it over my head, exposing my skin, although my breasts were shielded by a sheer black bra.

We hadn’t been together like this since the ski trip. There hadn’t been enough privacy or time to even attempt it.

Based on the look in his eyes, I knew he meant to take his time and make this last.

He reached down and unclasped my jeans. I smiled up at him. His eyes glazed with heat as I shimmied out of my jeans. I wore nothing but a thong that matched my bra, and the look behind his eyes as I hopped up on the desk, ignoring the papers scattered there, had me losing that grip on my control entirely.

“Oh, Whitney,” he breathed, looking down at me. He seemed to be memorizing every curve of my body and the way my lips parted as I met his gaze. “You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

I smiled almost sleepily and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him back to me and kissing him soundly. “I want you to fuck me on your desk, professor.”

I couldn’t form words if I tried. One of his hands grazed down my spine and back up again, unclasping my bra as he trailed kisses down my neck and over my shoulder. I sucked in a breath as he went lower, his hands cupping my breasts.

I arched my back into his touch, my head falling back and my hair pooling around his desk.

He quickly unclasped his belt and shoved his pants down to his knees. Maybe taking it slow wasn’t on the menu tonight, not when my blood was on fire and all I wanted was him to be inside of me.

I moaned as he stroked the apex of my thighs. I was drenched, and the feeling of him on my skin had my entire body going rigid with the tension I’d been ignoring for weeks now. He pulled my underwear off as slowly as he could, letting his touch tease me until I writhed, and then pressed two fingers inside of me. I gasped, his name leaving my lips as my eyes met his.

“We cannot make a sound,” he warned, but his voice was heavy and laced with feral desire I wasn’t sure he could keep leashed.

I nodded, biting down on my lower lip as he circled my thumb over my clit. My brows furrowed with determination as I tried to stay focused on every feeling shooting through my body while keeping still and silent. All I wanted to do was cry out his name. I wrapped my legs around his waist, trying to draw him closer. My muscles strained with pleasure as he pressed his fingers inside of me again and again. I ground against them, arching my hips into his touch until I couldn’t take it anymore.

He grabbed my waist and pulled me onto him in one swift movement, filling me wholly, and I let out my breath in a stifled moan. My lips parted, eyes squeezing shut as I tried to stay as quiet as possible.

His desk trembled as he began to move within me. Papers scattered to the floor and the books he had stacked on the far corners began to shift toward the edge. He ignored it, and I lay down so my back was flat against his desk, my hair forming a dark halo all around me as he ravished me, unable to hold back, unable to stop him from clutching the far edge of his desk with one hand to steady himself as he thrust hard.

I moaned despite my best efforts, and the sound almost sent him over the edge. He clasped a hand over my mouth, shaking his head as he pressed his forehead against mine, covering my body with his. My fingernails bit into his back as the delicious tension began to build and build in my belly.

“Rhys, please,” I whispered into his hand, then squeezed my eyes shut and bucked off the desk, my back arching as waves of white-hot pleasure rocked through my body.

He clasped the edge of the desk with his other hand as I rode out my orgasm. The breath was stolen from my lungs entirely as I watched him come completely undone.

He came hard still buried inside of me, his breath coming back to him in quick rasps. I reached up and touched his cheek, a sleepy smile touching my lips. I said his name in a whisper, my knuckles brushing over the stubble along his jaw. He took me by the wrist and kissed my knuckles. Being with Rhys was like riding a high I never wanted to come down from. Now, I didn’t have to worry about that anymore.

But moments later reality came creeping back in. Some of the books on the edge of his desk fell to the floor as he helped me upright. I winced, and he quickly put on his pants and shirt, leaving it unbuttoned as he quietly righted the room while I dressed.

“I should go,” I whispered, shrugging into my raincoat. I started walking toward the door.

He stopped me, whirling me around to face him and crushed a kiss to my lips. A kiss so deep it took my breath away again until I felt like my head was spinning. My hands rested on his bare chest. His skin was so warm he was nearly fevered. He pulled away enough to say, “I’ll talk to you soon. We’ll figure out what to do next. We don’t have to worry about it now.”

“Good,” I breathed, smiling. “I have to study, anyway. With a clear head now, thankfully.”

He kissed the tip of my nose and I wrapped my arms around his waist. We stood there for a moment in each other’s arms, his chin resting on top of my head as the room came back into full focus.

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