Mr. James: A Forbidden Romance (6 page)

They wrestled in their love making, tossing and turning over in the queen-sized bed, him above her, pushing himself all the way into her, her riding him, her body fully against his while he sucked hard at her breasts and held her ass tight in his hands, rocking it hard against him. They loved long into the night until neither of them could hold back their passion any longer, and they came together, their releases long and breathtaking as they clung to one another, losing themselves in the ecstasy of their passion. When their breath returned to them, they held each other close and laid back together in the bed, smiling and kissing softly, gazing at each other and holding each other until they fell asleep in one another’s arms.

Both of them slept deeply, having exhausted themselves with each other and having satisfied the desire that had haunted them since their trip had begun, they were peaceful until the morning light touched them and woke them from their sweet dreams.

She opened her eyes first and found herself naked in his arms, and she smiled bigger than she ever had. It was everything she had wanted with him and it was real. Bliss rushed through her, and it was followed by morning’s desire. She gave him a naughty smile as he slept, and slowly and carefully moved down to the space between his legs, taking him into her mouth, kissing him softly and making him grow hard as he moaned in his sleep.

He woke to her tongue caressing his growing erection in long strokes, until he was fully aroused, and then she took all of him in her mouth and gave him such intense pleasure that he nearly came in her mouth before he pulled her up to him and parted her legs over his groin, pushing himself up into her and making her sigh happily as he filled all of her again, and they began to move once more, no longer brand new lovers, the two of them moving with confidence and hunger, passion and insatiable drive until sweat covered them both, their breath was long gone, and their bodies were hot with fire and love. Then he came in her, deep in her, and she felt the hot fluid spilling all over inside of her, and the feel of it made her come again, squeezing his erection with her body until they were both sated and relaxed into pure happiness.

He looked at her and gave her a puzzled look as they rested in each other’s arms. “Why did we wait so long to do this? I told you we should have started doing this your first day of college, but you never listen to me,” he said semi-seriously.

She gasped in mock offense and gently bashed him with a soft pillow. He laughed at her and pulled her close to him, kissing her tenderly for a long while. “I don’t ever want to leave,” he told her quietly as he ran his finger over her cheek. “I just want to stay here with you and make love forever. Let’s never go back to the real world.” 

Catalina laughed at him and kissed his nose. “If we could do that, I would be glad to,” she answered him, smiling and kissing his mouth again, sucking slowly on his tongue.

She finally let him go and he gave her a serious look. “You’re going to make me hard again doing that,” he warned her with a half-smile.

She raised one eyebrow and leaned over to kiss him again as she reached her hand down between his legs and closed her fingers around him, rubbing him gently. “No…” she whispered softly against his lips, “I’m going to make you hard doing this, and then I’m going to make love with you again.”

He sighed wearily and glanced up at the ceiling, feigning exhaustion. “Again?”

She laughed and kissed him sensually as he grew hard in her hand. “All day long,” she answered him, moving herself on top of him and spreading her legs as she straddled him and slid him slowly into her. He gasped and his hands clung tightly to her hips as she began to move them slowly over him, and they made love again for a long while, slow and sweet, drawing it out as long as they could before they surrendered to their orgasms and fell asleep again in each other’s arms.

They awoke again late in the morning and Connor reached for the phone and called the front desk. “I just wanted to check to see what the weather is doing and if the roads are open now.” There was a long pause while the desk clerk answered him and Catalina looked at him in silent hope. She wanted nothing more than closed roads. She wanted their living dream to last longer. He finished the phone call, thanking the desk clerk, and then he hung up the phone.

“All….day….long….” he answered her questioning eyes as he kissed her slowly and tenderly. “You are mine.” He grinned and rolled over on top of her as she giggled at him.

They were snowed in at the hotel in Springfield for two days, and aside from taking small breaks for showers and room service, Connor and Catalina found nothing but happiness, bliss and unequaled passion in each other’s arms as they loved one another again and again until the roads were finally opened and the dream came to an end.

They packed their bags quietly and neither one of them wanted to speak as they checked out of the hotel and loaded the car, preparing to drive back home. They held on to each other and stretched out every moment of happiness together that they could before they climbed into the car and headed down the snowy highway away from Springfield.

Catalina looked miserably out of the window. “This has been the best time of my life,” she said softly. “I don’t want it to end.” She turned to look at him.

He shook his head seriously. “Neither do I, but you know when we get back to campus that we can’t continue to do this. No one can find out about us, for so many reasons. This incredible love that we have shared has to stay back in Springfield and in our dreams and thoughts. When we get back to campus, you have to be my student and I have to be your teacher, and the two of us can never meet in the middle.”

She wiped a few tears that had escaped her eyes and looked out of her window again. “I’d give anything to make that different.”

He sighed deeply and nodded. “Me too, but we are driving back to the real world, and there is no way around that.”

Catalina sighed. “I knew that it would be just a one-time affair; it was the way the circumstances played out, and all along I knew that we could only have each other while we were there, but still,” she said, looking over at him and taking his hand in hers, “I would rather have that time with you than nothing at all.” She gave him a weak smile and he shared his with her as well.

They were quiet most of the way home, holding hands and kissing each other’s fingers, sharing secret kisses along the road and even stopping once beneath a bridge to make love once more in the car before they got back to the campus. It was decadent and dangerous, and it turned them both on enormously, as did the knowledge that it would be the last time they were together.

Their orgasms shook them to their cores and they held tightly to each other as their love season ended, and then they redressed and drove back out onto the road; her with tears at the edge of her eyelashes, and him with a miserable and dejected frown.

Later that afternoon, they pulled into the campus parking lot and hugged each other goodbye, but nothing more than that, as they didn’t want to be seen sharing any kind of overt affection. She held his eyes with hers for a long sad moment before she climbed into her car and he waved as she drove off.

Connor walked to his office to drop off some of the files he had taken and created while he was in Springfield. Just as he unlocked his office door and walked in, a woman came striding down the hallway toward him, smiling and waving, and he groaned inwardly, wishing desperately that she hadn’t seen him and more than that, that he hadn’t seen her so he could have locked himself in his office.

He watched her for an instant as she approached him. She was a few inches taller than him and about a decade older. She had long silvery white hair that had been blonde in high school but had given way to age before she was out of college. She wore it pulled up in a French twist at the back of her head.

In her ears there were diamond earrings, on her wrist was a gold and diamond watch, and around her neck was a golden necklace with a diamond pendant attached to it. Her designer shoes made a staccato sound as she sauntered down the hallway toward him, her pale skin looking almost sallow, and her bright red lips standing out so much that she could have been identified at a distance just from the color on them.

She was dressed in a tight black suit skirt and jacket with a crisp white blouse underneath, which was unbuttoned to the center of where her cleavage should have been, if she’d had any at all. She was tough as nails and strong as steel, and she was Dean Hargrove’s niece.

“Connor! I’m so glad that you’re back. I’ve missed you, darling.  How are you doing?” she cooed to him as she approached him and gave him her most seductive smile. He sighed heavily and nodded at her, waiting to enter his office until she reached him.

She walked right up to him and leaned over, kissing him full on the mouth and running her perfectly manicured nail over his beard teasingly. “You look good like this. Very rugged and sexy; I like it.” She took his face in her hands and kissed him hard on the mouth before turning and going into his office.

Connor had made the fatal mistake of dating her a few times, though they had never slept together. She had it in her head that he was hers and she was going to have all of him and then some, someday, and someday could not come soon enough for her.

“Please, come in.” he said in a droll tone, hoping she would catch his sarcasm, and knowing that she wouldn’t.

He walked over to the front of his desk with his back to her, putting his files down on the desktop. She walked up behind him and leaned her head over his shoulder, speaking into his ear as her hands slid around his hips and she reached for his groin over the top of his jeans, rubbing at it firmly.

Connor jumped as she began to suck on his earlobe and he turned around to face her, looking stern as he met her cold dark-eyed gaze. Her eyes might have been dark brown if a very bright light was shined into them, but for all he had ever seen, they were pure black, and he could never see into them, never see any depth, all he ever saw was his own reflection and it unnerved him terribly.

“Listen, Deborah,” he started with an uneasy voice, “I know we’ve talked about this before, and I don’t want to sound like I’m harping or anything, but we agreed that we aren’t seeing each other, that we are not a couple, and that it’s not a good idea if we have any kind of romantic interaction with each other. Remember that?” he prompted her, his jade green eyes steady on her.

She laughed a little and leaned against his frame as she nuzzled her lips against his cheek. “Oh now, Connor, I think it would be a very good idea if we had several romantic interactions with each other, don’t you?” she asked in a teasing voice as she slid her hand over his crotch again.

He grabbed at her hand and pushed it away from himself gently. “No, Deborah. We said we were done seeing each other. That was it. No more romance after that. I remember that quite clearly.”

She leaned back and cocked a penciled eyebrow at him. “You do? Well, perhaps you remember making out with me on that sofa there behind me after we agreed no more romance?”

He sighed heavily and crossed his arms over his chest. “We made out there for a few minutes because you came in here all hot and bothered just like you are right now, and you tried to seduce me, and I said no thank you, just like I’m doing now, and we agreed that there would be no more romance between us. It was very cut and dried, if you recall.”

She laughed low and leaned back up against him, her face near his as she whispered, “Well, it’s pretty wet right now, and it’s all yours, baby. Let’s have a good time.”

Connor placed his hands firmly on her shoulders and gave her a light push, just far enough that he could leave his position between her and the desk, and he walked away from her, going to sit behind his desk.

She pouted and sat down on his desktop, leaning over toward him again in a seductive way. “Oh, come on now, don’t you want some more of this? You’ve never had all of it before…” she teased. “You don’t know yet what you’re missing. I’m the best you’re ever going to get, baby.”

He sighed and shook his head. “Deborah, please, we’re done. We really are. I’m not interested in trying things with you again.”

She gave him a dark look then and sat up straight on his desk. “Why not? Is there another woman?” she demanded of him.

He tried to keep his thoughts from her, but Catalina’s sweet dimpled smile, warm soft kisses, and hot delicious body came rushing into his thoughts and he had to look down at the top of his desk so that he didn’t give himself away.