Lover (Court University 4)

“Okay.” I stayed put, watching as he worked his jacket off his big shoulders. He tossed it back on the couch, then proceeded to unbutton his shirt starting at the wrists.

And holy fuck.

Lean, sinewy muscles defined solid forearms dusted with dark hair. He wore a wristwatch, which he took off, depositing it in his pocket before removing his shirt.

Tanned skin exposed readily to my sight, his body golden and perfect. He folded his shirt in front of a flat stomach. Like that mattered.

I think he just wanted to tease me, nothing but those playful eyes as he smirked. He set the shirt to the desk in a fist before

hooking my waist and picking me up with one arm.

My bottom touched his desk, and though I wanted to touch him, take control, I didn’t.

“This is driving you mad,” he mouthed over my lips, my entire body buzzing. He eased my legs apart. “Good.”

He fingered the zipper located at the back of my dress, his voice heated and gruff. He tugged, then worked my dress bodice down, bunching the material at my hips. I sat there in a strapless bra made out of lace, and Ramses groaned, gathering my waist in his hands.

“Your tits are fucking gorgeous.” He arched them toward his face, immediately peppering the swell with kisses. He tugged at the lace with his teeth but didn’t expose me.

Frustrated, I pressed his mouth between my breasts, his close-cropped hair rough beneath my palm. I spread my legs to hug his hips, but he yanked me away from him by my hair.

He arched my neck, studying me.

“I told you I got you,” he said, almost growling. I frustrated him, too. Good. He smirked. “I can make you wait longer. Do you want that?”

“No.”

He pulled my lips apart with his thumb. “Will you trust me, then?” He honed in. “To take care of you?”

I did.

“I do.”

His entire hand covered my neck, but not in a threatening way. It was more possessive, stating mine. He was staking a claim.

He was taking care of me.

He dropped to his knees, and I quivered. Even from the floor, this man was within clear access of my pussy. His desk wasn’t a short desk. He was freaking tall, so it had to be big to accommodate him.

“Give me my favorite thing,” he growled, forcing my legs apart. He got them as far as they could go, hooking my panties over. He used his digit, that ring he always wore playing at my sex. “Is it your favorite thing, too?”

Oh, it was definitely my favorite thing, and he was frickin’ good at it.

Chuckling, Ramses worked my panties off, using his ring again to tempt and tease my pulsating bud. I wondered if he’d fuck me with it again, but when he pressed a hand to my tummy, urging me to lay back, he simply buried himself between my legs.

He merely kissed me first, hot sensual kisses. He was so gentle with it, like he was kissing my mouth instead of down there.

I arched off his desk.

I stared at the ceiling while he made my toes curl, his fingers circling and preparing my entry while he tongued my lower lips apart.

He latched onto me once he had, gathering my breast in a single palm while he licked and sucked, and I cried out.

I elbowed up to see him, his head lost in the material of my dress. It was the most erotic sight I’d ever seen, my legs shaking to hook around him, but I worried he’d stop.

“Can I touch you?” I asked. Maybe if I did, he wouldn’t stop. This wasn’t me taking control. He took my hand, growling into my sex, and guided my fingers down there.

He made me touch myself while he tasted me, his smile forming against my heat.