Paige
We haven’t done any work, and it’s all piled up.
This is the first time in a while that I’ve been in James’ office.
I walked in, and the minute the door closed, his lips were on mine.
This is how we’ve been for the last two and a half weeks.
The time has flown and it’s just been a marathon of sex.
Sex, sex and more sex. Fucking.
Morning, noon and night.
It’s hot as fuck and he’s hot as fuck. The hard part is acting like I’m nothing more than his student when we’re in class.
“I missed you, Bellissima,” he groans against my lips.
“I missed you too.”
He cups my breasts, and I back away from him playfully.
“James,” I hiss. “What if someone needs you?”
I’m talking, but he’s not paying attention. He’s too busy checking out what I’m wearing.
It’s a little summer dress with straps over the shoulders. I never intended to distract him like this by wearing it.
“James,” I prod and wave my hand in front of him. That catches his attention, but instead of answering my question, he reaches out and grabs a handful of my dress.
“Take your clothes off,” he orders, and my eyes snap wide.
I back out of his grasp. “James, it’s a rare day in hell when someone doesn’t need you.”
That’s actually true. With his swarm of admirers on campus, I’m pretty sure the women set up rotations to check on him to know his whereabouts. That’s students and teachers alike. I know for damn certain that Nancy whatever-her-name-is, wants him bad, and she’s always finding some excuse to talk to him. At one point, I thought he was seeing her because I saw them having coffee a few times.
“I don’t fucking care. You can’t come in here wearing something like that and expect me to sit and talk shop with you. Strip.”
Oh my God, he’s serious. It’s just gone two, and we actually have class together soon. We’re on campus, and we could get caught. If I get caught with him, I’m certain the trouble for me would not be as severe as for him.
He steps forward with an air of dominance that holds me in place.
“Do you need help, Bellissima? I will gladly help you take your clothes off. Just ask.”
Sexy as hell.That’s him, and just like that, I find myself thinking of being with him. His cock inside me, fucking me, owning my body.
When I push the straps down my shoulders, he moves to the door and locks it with the key.
With his eyes trained on me, he walks over to the windows and closes the blinds, leaving just the office lights.
My dress pools at my feet, and I kick off my pumps. I take off my bra and panties next, and he smiles wide at me. It’s like he’s completely forgotten where we are. Either that or he doesn’t care.
“Get on the desk and spread your legs for me, Bellissima.”
I like this side of him. I allow myself to go with the wildness of what he’s about to do to me and do as I’m told.
I get on his desk and spread my legs for him just as he asked.