Page 39 of Player For Hire
“Fuck,” I growled as she soaked my fingers. “Another.”
“Another?” She craned her neck to look up at me and I closed my mouth over hers. The angle was awkward, but our tongues tangled as I stole every groan and dug down deep for more.
My cock was tucked tight into her ass, instinctively she rolled her hips until we were one writhing entity. Over the clothes, locked in a moment. I rubbed and tugged until she bit my lip and cried out.
She nearly slid to the floor as her body went lax and she shuddered under the onslaught of another orgasm. I gathered her up into my arms and went around my bookcase to where my bed was. The sheets were still unmade, and I was slightly sorry for it. She deserved a fresh bed, but right now, I just wanted her horizontal as she came down from her orgasm.
She curled into a ball, and I rubbed her back lightly. “Naomi?”
“Holy shit.”
I grinned down at her laying in my bed in a slash of sunlight. Her hair was tumbled all across my misty gray sheets as she laid her cheek on her hand. Her breathing slowed and her heart rate eased.
“Wow. I didn’t know.”
I kissed her shoulder. “You definitely got an A.”
She laughed. “I’m all about getting an A plus if that’s in the lesson plan.”
“You have a professor kink, Naomi?”
“Never have before.” She rolled to a sitting position. “I feel like I got hit by a bus.”
“Sure it wasn’t from the wine last night?”
Her face flushed. “Yeah, sorry ‘bout that.”
“Don’t be sorry. I just wasn’t sure if it was the wine talking last night.”
“I wasn’t that buzzed.”
I arched a brow at her. “I beg to differ. I’m definitely a master at figuring out levels of inebriation.”
“Okay, but I remember everything I asked last night. Including that I want to hire you for this.”
“You’re not paying me, dammit.”
“But if I do, then I won’t feel bad with all the stupid questions I’m going to ask you.”
“There are no stupid questions.”
“Oh, there are going to be a lot of them.” She glanced down at my shorts. “Get ready, here’s the first one. Doesn’t that hurt?”
“It doesn’t feel awesome, but I’m not going to die. Any guy who says otherwise is a fucking liar.”
“Good to know.” Her summer sky eyes met mine. “Is class dismissed?”
“It doesn’t need to be. If you don’t mind waiting for me to shower.”
She sucked her lower lip in. “I don’t mind. I’m not ready to go.”
“Good thing I’m not ready for you to leave.” I stood and groaned when her gaze shot right to my cock, and she licked her lips. “You’re killing me.”
The corner of her mouth kicked up. “I like the sound of that. Hurry up and shower or I’ll ask to watch.”
I cupped her face. “If my bathroom wasn’t a damn closet, I’d take you up on that.” I brushed my thumb along her lower lip. “I’ll be right back.”
Walking away from her about killed me.