Fake Marriage Box Set

I had to laugh. The poor guy looked miserable, like a teenage boy who couldn’t fight the random erections that popped up at the most awkward times.

“No hexes.”

“So, let’s focus on your revenge plot. That will help keep my mind off other things.”

I doubted it, but I was willing to throw him a bone.

“Well, when the dean was expelling me, she cited the handbook. The rule is that a student and professor cannot date or have a relationship. I told her I wasn’t your student. I was your assistant. She said it didn’t matter, but I think it does. So do Maria and Jake. What do you think? Am I splitting hairs or do you think I have a real chance?”

He nodded. “Absolutely. You were never my student. Your job as my assistant is worth a credit, but you can’t earn a better grade than that, so the idea that sex is being used to barter for a good grade is not an issue.”

“I hope it works. I am definitely going to appeal her decision. I have to file some paperwork on Monday in order to get a hearing with the school board. I hope they don’t put me off too long. If I miss too many classes, I’ll end up failing and losing the credits anyway. Plus, as part of my assistant duties, I can’t miss more than eight days in your classes.”

His erection was growing. No matter how serious the topic of discussion was, his body had other ideas. I moved, a slight adjustment that positioned the bulge directly under my pussy. I undulated over it, relishing in the feel of the hardness against me.

He groaned. “Don’t move like that.”

I smiled. “Ian, I was thinking that maybe we should address other more important matters before we try to come up with some master plan.”

“No, I’m sorry. I’ll focus. Go ahead,” he said through gritted teeth. I knew he was trying to will his erection away.

“I’d rather do something else instead. I don’t want to think about that anymore. I want you, Ian. I need you inside me. I want your mouth on me.” I used my best sexy voice, hoping to convince him to fuck me senseless. I was tired of dwelling on that other matter. I needed him to remind me why we had risked it all, and in my case at least, thrown everything away.

“Maria?” he said her name, questioning, even as his hands were running up my t-shirt.

“Gone until tonight,” I breathed, the shivers of arousal already moving over my body in anticipation.

His hand gently moved up and down my arm. My skin felt flushed, and I could feel my body revving up in anticipation of what I knew was coming.

“I’ve never wanted anyone so much, Tessa.” His voice was barely above a whisper. His breath parted my hair as he spoke, brushing over my ear and leaving a trail of gooseflesh trailing down my neck to tickle my spine.

I turned to face him; I needed to taste him. I pressed my lips to his. I didn’t know what I wanted for sure. I knew he would know how to quench the fire that had spun me into this ravenous woman who couldn’t seem to function properly without him buried inside me. I wanted sex, that was a given, but it felt like this wild, adventurous woman was screaming deep inside me for release. She wanted out, but I couldn’t figure out how to release her. Instinctively, I was certain that Ian would know.

He shifted me off his lap, gently placing me beside him on the couch before he came over me, kissing me like a man who’d been denied for years. His hunger was tickling that woman inside me, but it wasn’t enough to spring the door. I needed more.

My hands reached under his shirt, slowly at first, but then his kiss deepened, and I lost all hope of taking it slow and easy.

“Take it off,” I demanded, yanking and pulling with no progress.

He leaned back and yanked off his shirt, before diving back in to hold me.

“My shirt,” I complained. It was in the way. I wanted it off. I wanted his hands on me. I needed to feel his chest hair scratching against my too-sensitive breasts.

He pulled back, stood and reached out a hand to pull me up. With agonizingly slow movements, he slid my shirt up and over my head. I fought the urge to tear it off. I hadn’t bothered putting on a bra this morning, for which I was ever so grateful for now.

He stood back, looking at my naked breasts, the nipples hard and jutting out, begging for his touch. I reached out to touch him. He shook his head, telling me no without saying the words.

“Take off your leggings,” he ordered, stepping back a few more inches. The distance between our bodies was killing me. I quickly started tugging the leggings down over my thighs.

“Slowly,” he said, speaking the word on an exhaled breath.

I immediately stopped my wiggling and looked up at him. That woman who had been screaming to come out and play took over. I shut down any inhibitions that tried to block her way. I wanted to cross this line with Ian as my lover.

I stepped out of one leg and turned around, putting my back to him and bent over, my hand resting on the seat of the couch for balance. I slowly arched my back, giving him full view of my sex, barely covered by the tiny black thong I was wearing.

“Good God,” he moaned, but he didn’t move towards me.

I used my bare foot to pull the legging off my other leg, still bent over, my hair hanging loosely down my back. Once I was free of the fabric, I stood and slowly turned around, facing him in nothing more than my thong. I stared at the erection perfectly outlined in his jeans.