Break My Fall(79)

“Why aren’t you at college? I thought you had classes today?” I admonished gently, as Kyle nipped at my neck with his teeth. “I’m trying to work.” It was a feeble argument, one I would lose.

“Just one class,” he murmured. “And you can’t expect me to able to concentrate in class, when I know you’re in my office looking like that,” I moaned as his hands moved up to cup my breasts. “Baby you’re so distracting, I think I need to change your job description.”

I laid my head back against his chest, panting. “Oh, and what would my new job entail, sir?”

Kyle growled and squeezed my breasts hard. I felt heat pooling inside me, as Kyle’s erection dug into my back. “Would you be opposed to being tied up naked in my bed all day,” he suggested.

Turning me to face him, he claimed my mouth with a heart-searing kiss. “I’m pretty sure that goes against company policy. There are rules about that kind of thing,” I whispered, running my finger through his silky hair.

“Oh yeah?” he said huskily, tugging at the skirt of my housekeeping uniform until I was exposed from the waist down. “I’m fairly certain that what I’m about to do to you blows those rules out the window.” He turned me around again and ran his hand down my back, cupping my butt cheek. “Bend over, princess.”

I obliged, placing my hands on his office desk, which I was supposed to be polishing. I felt his hands tug at my panties, a moment later they fell to the ground. I trembled with anticipation as his cock rubbed against my wetness.

“Do you want this baby?” he asked and I knew why he was asking me. Kyle knew all my dark secrets and he wanted my approval.

“Yes. Oh yes,” I muttered. “Don’t ask me. I’m yours. Take me when and wherever you want.”

I heard the foil wrapper tearing, before he gripped my waist and plunged into me. I cried out at the feel of him filling me, stretching me to the core. “You feel so good,” I whimpered, as I pushed my ass against him, “I love you so much.”

His pace slowed as he leaned over me. “You’re mine Lee. I am always going to want you. That’s never gonna change baby,” he vowed. I turned my head and accepted his lush wet kiss. He didn’t say he loved me, but would always want me. I focused on those words as the swell of pleasure building inside me boiled over.





Chapter Thirty-six





Kyle





“Mr. Carter, how good of you to grace us with your presence today.” Mr. Peterson, my econ professor, blocked the door of the classroom, “Can I be assured that you will be in full attendance next semester?”

For a short man, he had an intimidating aura. “Sorry Larry,” I muttered, shifting my notebook bag to my other shoulder. “I’ve had a lot on lately.” Like my sexy roommate who I couldn’t keep my hands off.

As fond as Larry Peterson was of me, I didn’t think he would take too kind to me skiving off class to make out with my girl. Then again, if he saw Lee I reckoned he might understand.

“I understand you’re under a lot more pressure than my other students,” he said in a kinder voice. “You graduate in June and then your business can have your entire attention. However, you have six more months and I’d hate to see you lose your focus on the final hurdle. You’ve worked too hard for this. Don’t blow it.” I nodded curtly and he stepped aside.

I stalked out of the classroom feeling hard done by. I had straight A’s in his class and all my other classes. It was fucking petty to badger me for missing a couple of classes. My grades hadn’t even slipped.

I made my way across the campus quad to the entrance of the student café. Cam waved from the table inside the window. Good, she was early for a change. I met Cam and Derek for coffee during class breaks most days, which was less this year because I only had eight hours’ worth of classes a week.

“Hey,” I said, slumping down in the chair across from her.

“Hello to you too sunshine. Dare I ask who’s put you in such a good mood?”

I dropped my notebook bag on the chair beside me and leaned my elbows on the table. “Professor Peterson,” I growled. “Thinks he knows fucking everything as usual.”

Cam raised her brow as she swallowed a sip of her latte. “Really, I thought he liked you?” she said, wiping foamy milk from her top lip.

“He does, that’s the problem. He’s all up in my shit because I missed a few of his classes.” The brunette waitress with the huge rack placed a steaming cup of black coffee in front of me. “Thanks Lauren,” I said reading her nametag, slipping a twenty out of my pocket and handing it to her.