Page 94 of Remember Me?

"Oh!” He says suddenly like he just had the most amazing idea. “Maybe I'd pretend not to understand a concept so you could lean over and give me a peek at your cleavage. Yep, I totally would have done that.” His eyes hood as she leans over towards him.Giving him the view he was asking for.

“Would you have given me extra credit, Ms. Grace?" He asks in a low voice. "Or maybe some after-hours tutoring?" He gets up, pushing her further into the classroom, running his hands over her body. The jersey knit dress she wore for comfort suddenly felt like too many layers. She wants to feel his hands on her skin.

Her phone rings from her desk. She makes no move to pick it up as his mouth comes down on her neck, asserting his intention of ravishing her in the middle of her classroom.

Again, the sharp ring of her phone disturbs their peace. She utters a frustrated growl, and Graham laughs from her neck as he picks up the phone. "Let's see who keeps cock blocking me."

His face turns into a pout. "Duke? Why am I not surprised?" Melody laughs.

“Just let him go to voicemail, come back here." It rings again in his hands.

"Can I answer?"

“Ugh, make it quick." Melody grunts out.

Nash

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He really likes that she doesn't seem concerned or irritated that he asked to answer the phone. So when Duke says it is an emergency, he easily passes the phone over to Melody.

He just wanted to cement his place in her life, particularly with Duke. This guy just keeps coming around, and he understands that he does have a place in Melody and Ollie’s life, but he didn't expect him to be around. All the damn time.

The more they get together as a group, the more he can see their easy friendship, but every now and then, he can see the heat in Duke’s gaze, and he doesn’t like it.

"Hey, what’s up?" She says to Duke.

Graham resumes his touch. He can't get enough of her skin. She is on the phone, he doesn't really care enough about what she is saying, not when her body is right there in front of him and with no one here to stop him, he keeps going. Running his hands over her shoulder and down her arm, she shivers and leans into his touch.

He pushes her forward gently, asking her to bend over the desk in front of her. She does as she asks, saying something about a box or things she had on the counter.

Slowly, he lifts the hem of her dress up, her breath hitching audibly as he rubs up her legs with his hands. When he finally has her ass exposed, he groans loudly.

"Nothing, Duke." She says in a rush, distracted, her voice breathy. He didn't like his name out of her mouth in that voice. So gives her bottom a smack, watching as the milky white globes jiggle with the movement. He goes in to kiss the sting away, lost in her.

She squirms beneath his touch as he licks the area he slapped. "Um, no, I um, yeah. I can't get into that right now." Melody says into the phone, her voice just above a whisper. Moving her underwear aside. Graham slips a finger into her core, watching in fascination as her pussy tightens in response to the intrusion.

Her voice gets lower, husky. "Duke, listen, I’m a little busy right now. Can I call you back?"

At the sound of Duke’s name again, Graham removes his finger and gives her bottom another slap, a little harder this time. Then he gently kneads the flesh, soothing away the lingering sting. She looks back at him, phone to her ear, eyes wide and dilated with lust, and her mouth is slightly parted.

"Duke." She says slowly, her mouth curling slightly at the corners. She knows what she is doing. What a naughty girl. His hand comes up to give her another gentle spank. Her body pushes into it this time. Her hips leaving the desk, lifting her ass towards his hand.

"I gotta go.'' She ends the call before he has a chance to kiss away the pain. What a shame.

She bolts up. "You have six minutes, Graham."

"Done." He says, straightening up and pulling her towards him.

“But, you get me off first." She demands, hands on her hips.

“Challenge accepted, Ms. Grace." He grins at her, making his way to the closet. The door closes with a click as the lock engages.

He pushes her up against the wall of shelving. Quickly kneeling before her, freeing her legs from her panties, putting them in his pocket. He has a collection in the back of his drawer.

"What do you do with them?" She inquires.

"You don't want to know." Lifting one of her legs over his shoulder, she immediately melts into him, opening her legs to his mouth without hesitation. She looks like a goddess, her head leaning against the shelf, one arm bracing herself behind her, another holding the back of his head to her core. He squeezes her ass with both hands, pulling her closer to him as he feels her body tense up and her back arching her further onto his mouth. He groans into her body as she reaches her climax.Her chest heaving as she winds down.

"Two minutes left there big guy, think you can make it?" Pulling himself upright, he licks her face and sucks on her neck.

“Turn around, ass in the air, Melody. Let me finish what I started."

Bending over, holding herself up by the end of a low shelf, she cries out as his hand comes down to slap her ass again. He groans roughly, "Jesus, Melody, your ass is perfect." He says right as he thrusts into her from behind.

Embarrassingly, he didn't need the entire two minutes as he reached his climax in a few thrusts. She smoothed down her dress and fixed her hair before they exited the closet. He takes her in. She is smiling brightly, her eyes shining, and color reaches her cheeks. He kisses her deeply, basking in the feeling of being whole for the first time.

He takes her hand in his. "Let's go home."