Sweet Imperfection (13 page)

He pumped inside her steadily, and she met him with every stroke, heedless of the desk’s edge biting her backside, or of her precarious balance in those silly heels. All she knew was she loved every second of being consumed by passion from the inside out. She let go and reveled in being really and truly fucked by a man who obviously knew what he was doing, and who was so attracted to her he’d break some rules to do it.

Just as she started to go up and over the edge once more, Professor Worthy stopped and pulled out. She let out a near growl of frustration then an exclamation of surprise as he twisted her around so her torso was bent over the desk and the front of her thighs met the table’s edge. Air cooled her bare ass as he raised her dress up, his palm grazing each cheek. Bree jumped with the erotic sensation of his hand running along the seam between her legs.

“So wet,” he murmured.

He flicked his finger against her clit, and she sighed, melting into the table. Her initial surprise gave way to sheer hunger. She widened her stance, giving him a better view and better purchase from which to claim her. He reached one hand around her waist to anchor her, keeping the other on her ass as he drove into her from behind, the fullness of his cock in this position taking her to orgasm almost immediately. She couldn’t help her cries, but she turned her head and bit her shoulder to keep from being too loud. He panted and moaned behind her. He was close. Her orgasm felt endless, spiraling around and around the longer he thrust into her. He released his hold on her waist and ass and reached forward to cup her breasts, protecting them from the hard surface of the desk. He let out a choked cry, squeezed her nipples, and she knew he was coming as tears sprang to her eyes at the sheer ecstasy of feeling him behind her, in front of her, everywhere, in every pore.

They breathed together, back to front, for a long minute. Bree could have stayed there forever, pinned to the desk by Professor Worthy’s beautiful cock. But after a while, the ache of her shoes made itself known, and she groaned and shifted. He withdrew from her immediately, and she took her time straightening her dress and turning around, while she heard the noises of zipper and belt. It would be easier to face him if they weren’t half naked.

Bree supposed she should be embarrassed. But she was elated. He’d been amazing. She’d cherish this memory forever—which meant she had to leave now, while she remained in the haze of kisses and body parts and pleasure.

Professor Worthy looked at her with a half-sheepish, half-shell-shocked expression on his face. He looked, in fact, like the adorably befuddled professor she’d grown to care about over the last months.

“That was….”

“Yeah.” She wanted to tell him how incredible he’d made her feel, but words seemed inadequate. Instead, she closed the distance between them, pressed a long, close-mouthed kiss to his lips. She breathed in the scent of their lovemaking on his skin, mixed with his stodgy aftershave. Then she let him go.

“Thank you,” she said, and hurried out as gracefully as she could on those stilts.