were round and gorgeous, just perfectly made. They made his mouth
water. He really wanted to force her onto his cock and watch those
breasts jiggle as she rode him hard.
Would she do it if he asked her? Would she do it faster if he
ordered her?
“Do I look strong enough, Professor?” Meg asked. Her voice was
husky. Beck’s cock hardened painfully. He could only imagine what
it was doing to Cian.
“I suppose so,” Cian allowed. He was playing the stern professor
to the hilt. “You know, all that walking is going to require strength in
your legs as well as your torso. I don’t think I can give you this
assignment until I’ve seen your legs.”
Meg bit her lower lip and looked sweetly nervous. She was good
at this. She seemed to enjoy the play.
He had thought that once he and Cian settled down with a
bondmate, their days of playing in such a manner would be done.
Sexual relations with a bondmate were reverent, sacred acts. What if
all that reverent sex bored his wife to tears because she was a dirty
girl underneath? Maybe Colin was right. Maybe he should start
thinking of Meg as Meg, rather than a bondmate. Maybe he should
give Meg what Meg wanted rather than what he thought she should
want.
Meg slid her right leg onto the top of the table. She carefully,
slowly pulled her skirt up. Her fingers ran the length of her pretty leg,
all the way to her hip.
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“Now, Megan,” Cian began authoritatively. “It is obvious to me
that you’re missing a very important piece of your school clothes. A
good student doesn’t come to class without her underwear.”