Chapter 10
TEN
I bite him.
Hard.
His hiss lights me up as I sink my teeth into his bottom lip and don’t let up until I feel his hands clamp down on my hips, dragging me closer with a need that borders on desperation.
My fingers tighten in his hair until he groans against my mouth, and the sound and feel of it shoot straight through me like a jolt of raw electricity.
Dr. Cade Cormier may seem like an enigma—aloof and unreadable with a carefully constructed composure that never slips…
but it’s one I know I can crack. And right now, I can feel it all coming apart.
He’s seeking more than just pleasure. He needs the sting too.
He needs the ache, the bite, the reckless collision of pain and desire…
And I’m going to be the one to give it to him.
Footsteps and murmuring voices echo down the hallway outside, but instead of pausing, it seems to urge him on. He surges forward, kissing me harder and grinding against me like he’s daring someone to throw the door open and catch him in the act.
Game fucking on, baby.
I shove him back farther onto the desk as papers, binders, and pens fall to the floor, and his hands slip under my cut, gliding up my sides with purpose. Until they brush against leather and steel when they graze the gun holstered against my ribs. He stills… but only for a moment.
His hands continue to move, sliding over the gun like it belongs there, and is just a part of me. Then his fingers hook around the back of my neck as he pulls me closer, and he takes what he wants. Like he’s fucking hungry and can’t get enough.
So let’s fucking eat.
I pull back to break our kiss, and those deep blue eyes immediately meet mine as I smirk down at him and nod towards his shirt.
His hands immediately lift to unbutton it, and I watch as he removes his shirt slowly, and my cock is already twitching in anticipation.
And as the boring plaid button-down slips over his shoulders, I immediately forgive him for not wearing a cable-knit sweater today. Because, holy fuck, it doesn’t even matter… Professor has been keeping secrets that should not be kept.
I bite my lower lip as I let my gaze slowly travel over his bare torso, taking in his tight abs and broad chest as he casually leans back on his elbows like he’s offering it all up. When I reach his eyes, they’re locked on mine as he tilts his head slightly… daring me to bring it.
“You never asked my name,” I say, arching a brow at him.
He flicks his eyes to the name badge stitched into my cut, then back to me. “Do I need to know it?”
Blood rushes straight to my cock, and I resist the urge to palm it. I smirk, shrugging one shoulder. “We’re going to be spending a lot of time together. Might be useful.”
He arches a brow right back at me. “Are we…”
I lean over him, placing one hand on the desk beside his hip as I bring my face close to his. He doesn’t flinch or even blink.
“I told you I take what I want,” I say, and with my free hand, I grab his hard cock through his jeans. “And it looks like you want this too.”
His chest rises and falls with a steady breath, and still, he doesn’t falter.
Christ… I’m fucked.
I hold his stare as I squeeze him again, looking deep into his eyes for the cracks I know are in there. “Now tell me your favourite tree.”
His forehead creases slightly, and I huff out a breath of laughter as I tilt my head and run my gaze down his body to where I’m gripping him. “Maybe it’s me.”
I rub my hand firmly over his cock, and the groan that rumbles from his chest is low and rough, like pure fucking fuel to the fire brewing inside me.
I lean in and drag my tongue across the skin of his chest before catching his nipple between my teeth, then bite down, just hard enough to make his breath hitch and to pull another moan from him.
When I lift my head and bring my lips to his, he immediately pushes himself up to stand with me.
His lips are still moving against mine as he grabs my cut, pushing it off my shoulders with a kind of urgency that sends heat rushing through me.
I let it drop to the floor before moving my hands to my belt buckle while he works his, the two of us locked in this rough, hungry rhythm that neither of us seems willing to break.
But eventually, he does.
He takes a step back as his eyes drag down the length of me… then pause where the leather shoulder holster cuts across my T-shirt, keeping my gun snug at my side.
I stay still and watch him while something shifts behind his gaze. It’s just a small flicker of something, but it’s there. It’s a glint of interest, a spark of curiosity… a crack in the barrier.
He steps in closer, lifting his hands to curl his fingers around the straps, taking his time as if he’s savouring the moment. Then he slips the holster off my shoulders and sets the gun on the desk… aimed straight at the door.
A fuck you in steel and intent.
And somehow, that quiet, calculated move hits me harder than anything he’s ever said or done.
Fuck me, I think I love him.
I pull off my shirt and toss it aside, and I don’t miss the way Cade’s eyes drag over my chest before he steps in.
His mouth crashes against mine with a sudden urgency I haven’t felt or seen in him yet, and his hands are rough and impatient as they grab the waistband of my jeans as if something inside him just woke up.
He shoves my jeans and boxers down with a frantic edge, and I meet his urgency, kicking off my boots and shoving my pants to the floor while he does the same.
And when I push him back onto the desk and stand in front of him, I have to pause.
Jesus fucking Christ.
How does he keep getting hotter?
Naked Dr. Cormier is my favourite Dr. Cormier.
He leans back on the desk again as his eyes fall slowly down my body, like he’s tracing each one of my tattoos. But it’s too fucking hot under his gaze, so I wrap a hand around my cock and slowly stroke myself.
“Like what you see, Doc?”
His eyes snap to mine, and the corner of his lips tilts up, just slightly. But it’s enough for me.
I step into him and wrap a hand firmly around the back of his neck, pulling his lips forcefully into mine so hard it almost hurts.
The moan that escapes him is fucking delectable, and I need more.
Now. I grab his hips and grind against him, the feeling of his hard cock against mine lighting me up like fucking fireworks on Canada Day.
“Jesus, baby,” I growl against his lips. “You’re the addiction that could fuck and wreck me, and I’d still beg for more.”
He huffs, but his grip on me tightens, and he rolls his hips right back into me, my words seeming to light something up in him.
Noted.
I press a hand to his chest and shove him back, hard enough that he has to brace himself on the desk with both hands. His brows draw together as a flicker of challenge dances across his face, like he’s going to make me pay for that.
But we both know he won’t.
He wants this. He needs to be pushed right to the edge, and maybe even fall.
All so I can catch him.
I smile as I nudge his knees apart and drop to mine, watching the way his breath hitches. I glance at the gun on the desk beside us, still pointed at the door… loaded and waiting. A not-so-subtle signal to the rest of this polished little academic kingdom that right now, he’s mine.
“How loud do you think I can make you moan?” I ask, running a hand up his thigh.
His features stay perfectly still, but his eyes flare as he looks down at me. “That’s up to you.”
Fuck.
I pull my bottom lip between my teeth before I confess my undying love for him right here and now, and wrap my hand around his cock. His eyes stay locked on mine, but I feel the tension snap through him, and see the flash of pleasure that has the wall beginning to crumble.
His whole body tenses as I wrap my lips around the head of his cock, and a sharp breath escapes him as another crack splits through the barrier.
But it’s not enough.
I lift my eyes, watching him as I take him in deeper and drag my tongue along every inch of his gorgeous cock.
And I mean gorgeous. This man is fucking unreal.
His dick is perfect, and he has a deceptively ripped professor body that has me completely torn if I want it wrapped in cable-knit sweaters at all times, or bare and ready for me to ruin whenever I feel like it.
The scruff along his sharp jaw is downright sinful, and those ocean-blue eyes have a strand of light brown hair falling over them like it was placed there just to fuck with me.
My grip tightens on his hips, my fingers digging in hard as I slowly drag my tongue back up his length, and a moan rumbles from deep in his chest as his eyes flutter closed.
“Hmm, yeah, baby,” I murmur, yanking him closer to the edge of the desk. And when his eyes open and meet mine, I just shake my head. “But not loud enough.”
He stares at me for a moment, then suddenly sits up and fists my hair, forcefully pulling my head back until I’m looking straight up at him.
I just smile, letting the fire behind his eyes burn.
He leans down until his nose is just barely brushing mine. “Then make me fucking scream.”
And before I even know it, he’s in my mouth, hitting the back of my throat.
The deep groan that fills the room drives me fucking wild, as I take him in again and again, like I’m starving and haven’t eaten in months. Because I haven’t. Not like this. There’s nothing quite like Dr. Cade Cormier, and I need him wrecked, shaking, and dripping down my throat.
I continue to work him as he unravels beneath me, and his body starts to give. His hips twitch, and his hands roam for something to hold on to, until he collapses back onto the desk. More papers scatter to the floor, but neither of us cares.
We’re just getting started.