I chuckled under my breath, amused by her innocence. It was gonna be so fun peeling back that innocence to bring out the true slut within.
Blushing, she sat down, tucking her skirt underneath her ass.
My brows raised, telegraphing a message.
Are you sure that’s such a good idea, sweetheart? Given what happened last time, you wouldn’t want to get your nice skirt soaking wet, would you?
And it was like she heard. Because blushing one more, she stood up halfway, spreading her skirt around so that that naked ass pressed against the hard plastic.
Good girl.
Very smart.
Doing as your told.
And Laney tried to be professional once more.
“So I know we spoke a little bit about your interests when we last met, but today we have a bit more time to really get to know each other.” The girl took a deep breath while clicking her pen, prepared to take notes.
I nodded languidly, big body relaxed.
“Sure,” was my growl. “What would you like to know?”
She took a deep breath before meeting my gaze.
“What are you expecting to gain from this project?”
The word leapt into my head.
You.
You, bent over screaming my name.
You, begging me on your knees, nude.
That was the obvious answer. It was the only reason why I was putting up with this harebrained activity in the first place. If some bald dude had walked in here recruiting for the prison newspaper, I would have given him the finger.
Naw, no thanks.
This goddess of a woman was what made it worth it.
So I tried to play fair. To play nice.
“I think that having the opportunity to learn everything you have to offer me is what I’m most after…” I spoke slowly, my voice low and seductive.
She leaned in, feeding on my every word as her cheeks reddened. “Oh…”
“I also wouldn’t mind learning what your skills are and using them in conjunction with mine.” I continued, enunciating my words carefully so there would be no doubt what my intentions were.
“And…” She started but stumbled, nibbling on her bottom lip. “And… what are some of your skills?” She clicked her pen, fingers twitching.
“I’d like to think that I’m a bit of a jack of all trades, but the most important thing is that I’m versatile. Location, topic or interest don’t matter. Whatever you need, I’m willing to satisfy.” My lips twitched. Perhaps I was taking things a little too far, but I did not care. I was enjoying the act of teasing her way too much. The sight of her squirming in her seat was just so delicious.
My nostrils flared.
Mmm, something smells good.
Like honey seeping from the pot.
Quickly, she scribbled some notes on her paper. The word ‘satisfy’ was in all capitals.
I grinned internally.
It was clear what was on her mind. I knew that her innocence was all just a façade. Deep down, there was a vixen lurking in her soul – one dying for release.
“That’s great,” she breathed, still trying to remain professional. “If you don’t mind, I need to use the restroom. Excuse me.” As she spoke, her words were slurred and hurried.
And before I could answer, the girl was on her feet, tugging her skirt down before rushing away.
Good, little girl.
Feel scared.
You know what you’re up against.
But she was gone for a while.
What the fuck?
We didn’t have much time together, so what the hell was going on? The second hand on the clock swept with a relentless pace, unstoppable.
What the hell was wrong?
We were wasting precious minutes.
And rising like a panther, I stood.
She was up to something.
And I was gonna find out.
Long strides took me past aisles of books and magazines to a hidden nook in the back. Because the library bathroom was a tiny space sequestered behind some ancient bookshelves, musty with cobwebs. Most people didn’t even know it existed.
Laney had just walked into the perfect trap.
And she had no idea, because when I tried the knob, it was unlocked.
It was almost as if she wanted me to join her.
What a naughty, naughty girl.
I liked that. I liked it a lot.
In a flash, I was inside the bathroom, closing the door behind me as silently as possible, flicking the lock shut. Finally, we were alone. Truly and utterly alone.
Fuck yeah.
My mind whirled with the possibilities, picturing all the different positions I could put her in, testing out the flexibility of her body. But deep down, there was one thing that I wanted more than anything else. I wanted to taste her. I’d been dreaming of that honey for a week now, re-living its intoxicating flavor, horny as hell.
And evidently, Laney had been going crazy as well. Because as I stood there, a moan sounded out.
“Oh!” came that helpless female cry. “Oh, Mason!”
And that was all it took. Hearing my name on her lips brought out the animal within. I broke open the door to the small stall, big body hard.