Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 27095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
His expression shifts. It softens but also solidifies, as if he’s picturing our future together. Maybe I’m misreading it, but that’s what I’m doing right now. That’s what I’m doing as he leans in and kisses me slowly.
Doesn’t he care that he might taste himself on my mouth? Apparently not. It’s the most intimate thing—excluding all the other things—that’s happened between us. And his hands frame my face with such delicacy that I feel like a treasure.
When he finally pulls back, he traces my lip with his thumb. “Same time Thursday?”
I honestly don’t know if I can wait until Thursday, but he’s a busy man, and the last thing I want to do is be a nuisance.
“Can’t come soon enough,” I reply. There’s a pause, and we both smirk at the double meaning.
I find my notebook and pen, and on the way out, scribble under the first four of my questions: Question five through seven postponed until next session.
Glancing over my shoulder as I leave the office, I see the look in his eyes and realize something.
We are both past the point of no return.
We were past it the moment I walked into his class.
7
JESSIE
Again, it’s two in the morning, and I’m lying in bed thinking about August’s hands. Among other things…
This is a pattern now. A nightly ritual, like brushing my teeth or making sure my alarm is set. Only brushing my teeth doesn’t make my thighs press together or make me snatch the sheets and gasp ‘fuck!’ out loud in the dark.
August’s hands. Have I talked about his hands? Because I need to.
They’re so…big. Large and square and capable-looking. Maybe this is weird, but I can’t help but picture him in surgery—holding a scalpel, performing life-saving procedures, nurses clustered around him, ready to do his bidding.
I roll onto my stomach and use the pillow to muffle my moan. It’s a mixture of frustration and feverish horniness. I can’t believe that I’m the same girl who just a few days ago didn’t know what a vibrator was. Had never had an orgasm in her life.
Now I’m lying awake, playing back the way his strong hands spread my legs apart…the way he put his mouth on me…
…threaded his fingers through my hair and guided the back of my head and showed me how to go down on him.
I can’t stop replaying it. All of it.
I reach up under my pillow and find it—the gift my friends bought me. The one August showed me how to use. It lives there now, ready whenever thoughts of him overtake my mind.
I twist it on, the lowest setting. Its hum fills the dark room, and I close my eyes, bringing myself back to his office.
The chair…that leather chair that I made such a mess of. But it’s his fault—his for turning me on so badly that I was that wet.
Ten thousand nerve endings…
Thursday can’t get here soon enough. We both know what’s going to happen. He hasn’t said I’m going to be inside you, Jessie, but I saw it in his eyes. The intention. The possession. Next time we’re alone in his office, I know I’ll be too busy to write anything in my notebook.
The first setting isn’t enough. I twist the knob, increasing the vibration, causing my hips to roll against the mattress as I picture his hands gripping my hips, stripping my clothes off.
“Tighter…” His sexy voice, the way he growled as his head dropped forward. The way his whole body went rigid when he came…
…the taste of his release on my tongue.
Third setting.
My breath comes in short gasps as I press the toy exactly where he showed me. The part of my body that now belongs to him—that is his territory. Now I know exactly where to go, how much pressure, and what angle to use.
My free hand clenches and twists the sheets as I yearn for Thursday. More, I’ll learn more for you, Daddy…
Wow, where did that come from? I don’t even know. But it felt right. In fact, it has me smiling as my body swells with heat.
“Daddy…” I moan again. That’s what I’ll call him on Thursday. He’ll love it. I know he will.
I come hard with my face in the pillow, mouthing the word over and over as my body clenches against a wave of pleasure that starts at the point of contact and twists out through my core, my thighs, causing my toes to curl and my fingers to ball into fists.
It seems to last forever, and when it finally ebbs back, I lie there in the dark, panting and sweating. He did this to me, I think. This is all his fault. His wonderful, incredible fault.
I switch the vibrator off and pick up my notebook. Note to self. Thank the girls for the vibrator. Third setting is life-changing. Fourth setting so far unexplored territory. Will try soon.