Chapter 26
Cormac
Ilock the office door behind Scarlett with a sharp click. She turns at the sound, chest rising, eyes hooded with lust.
The same lust that’s been overflowing in me since I finally took what I wanted in that hotel with her.
“You wanted to see me?” she asks, all sweet and innocent.
Pretending. She is anything but sweet.
I get close to her. So close, her breath brushes my throat. “You know exactly why you’re here.”
Her lips part, but she doesn’t move away. She never moves away.
“What did you expect me to do?” she whispers. “Pretend nothing happened in that hotel?”
“That fucking night…” The curse breaks out of me, raw and unhinged. “You have no idea what you did to me.”
Her lips curl. “Tell me.”
“You looked at me like I was the only man who had ever touched you.” My voice roughens. “The only one to sink into your wet cunt and make you explode.”
“And then you left.” She grinds her hips against my hard cock. “You left me wanting you so bad I couldn’t think straight for days. Come on, we both want this. It doesn’t mean anything.”
I halt for a second. Those words should be music to my ears, but I can’t say for certain that’s true.
Can I…marry her? Make Scarlett my convenient wife? Like Kieran and Lachlan did with their wives? Griffin, too?
“It will mean everything to me, and that’s why I’ll have to burn it from my memory after I’ve come down your throat.”
“Just oral?” She grabs my hand and pushes it under her skirt. “You don’t want to feel this around your cock?”
When my fingers come in contact with her warm, moist folds, my legs nearly buckle. “You don’t get my cock in your pussy.”
I pull my fingers away from her drenched slit, the scent of her destroying me every second. I quickly push her back against the desk. Not enough to hurt her, but enough to make her gasp. Enough to remind her who’s in charge here.
My voice drops, low and dangerous. “You crossed a line today.”
She lifts her chin. “You liked it.”
God help me, I did. That’s the problem.
I wrap my hand around her throat. Not tight, just claiming enough to scare her. And oh God, the beat of her pulse is thundering against my palm like she’s ready to code.
“No, I didn’t like you showing me your wet pussy,” I murmur, leaning in until my mouth brushes her ear. “I fucking loved it. That’s the problem. And now you’re gonna pay.”
“Yes, make me pay.”
My thigh thrusts between hers. My hands cage her in. “This is what you get for teasing your professor,” I say, mouth brushing the line of her jaw. “You like making me want to fuck you so bad, I practically came in my pants during class?”
“Yes.” Her voice is barely a whisper.
My control snaps just a fraction. I push my hips against her harder, letting her feel exactly what she does to me. “Then you understand what comes next.”
“Oh?” Her eyes darken. “And what’s that?”
I bend, lips to her ear, my voice a lethal promise. “Punishment.”
She shivers. “God, yes.”
I take her chin, guiding her eyes back to mine. “This is your last chance to walk away.”
I give her room to move. But she doesn’t. Not an inch.
“You have a class in ten minutes,” I hiss, my fingers curling around her throat.
“I can get us there in two minutes,” she says, arching into me.
“Oh no, you don’t get to come,” I scoff and grip her face. “I had to watch you get yourself wet. No, you’re going to suck my cock to get me off. Or do you want me to find Vienna to do it?”
“No, fucking way.” Her eyes widen, and her breath shallows. “You’re mine.”
I give a quiet, broken laugh. “Then get on your knees.”
She gasps in surprise, and it shoots a rush of heat straight to my cock. I might not need the two minutes. Fuck, I’m ready to blow right now.
Her shocked mouth makes an O as she glances at the door. I admit, the risk of getting caught is something I savored in the old days. Now it’s just fucking stupid. Now I have so much more to lose.
“It’s locked,” I tell her, gripping the base of her skull.
“Good.”
“Don’t make me tell you twice to get on your knees,” I murmur, voice low and rough. “I can make you suck my cock, or I can throat-fuck you. There is a difference.”
Part of me can’t believe the words coming out of my mouth.
Scarlett visibly swallows and lowers to the floor. “Both. I want both. I want it all with you, Cor—”
“No!” I can’t bear hearing my name. “I’m your professor, and you are my student. The student who disobeyed the rules. I’m punishing you for what you did to me in my class. You were a bad girl.”
“Professor,” she moans and then rubs my dick over my pants. Slow enough to make me suffer. Enough to keep me focused on her and not the rules of the world outside my office.
“On your knees.” I grab her arm and bring her behind my desk.
I sit in the chair and unzip my pants.
Biting her lip, she smiles like this is all she wants. “Say please,” she says, those brown eyes gazing up at me as she grips my belt.
She’s so ready for my cock in her mouth, and she doesn’t know how it’s going to completely fucking wreck me. But I have to do this. I need it. I need her.
With my pants open, her fingers claw into my briefs. Her nails scrape my stomach, and I get hit with the reality that this is actually going to happen. I’d been stupidly thinking, hoping, she’d back down. She should back down and run away from me.
I don’t stop her, though, I let her work my cock from my briefs, and the feel of it in her warm hand shatters me.
My cock, hard and aching, is desperate for her hot mouth.
I run my fingers through that ponytail. With a fistful in my hand, I pull her head back to remind her I’m still in charge. “I said, suck my cock.”
Her eyes are filled with hunger and wanting. “Kiss me, first.”
I never thought I could be tempted like this. From a mouth, from just the goddamn scent of a woman. Drugs are designed to get you hooked. This woman has me hooked on something far worse.
I lean down and devour her with a kiss, our tongues strangling each other.
Scarlett breaks off first, her eyes glassy. Smiling, her lush lips part and close around the head of my dick.
Jesus fucking Christ.
She licks me slow and teasing. But we don’t have time for gentle and soft.
“I will fuck your face if you don’t get on with it,” I grind through clenched teeth. “You’re the one who’s going to be late.”
“Not a chance, professor.”
Without warning, she swallows me to the hilt, her mouth tightening around my cock. I hit the back of her throat, and she clenches her jaw muscles to swallow.
“Christ,” I mutter, guiding the pace I need to get off. “Take it, take my cock just like that. Give me what I need.”
She gags, her eyes watering. She expels obscene grunts as I work her mouth up and down my cock.
Now I’m fucking addicted to a noise. I have to stop this. I can’t… I just…
“Fuck, Scarlett,” I hiss, my control crumbling.
“Dr. O’Rourke?” a male voice calls my name from the hallway, followed by a sharp, impatient knock.
My door is locked, but shit.
Scarlett’s head pops up between my legs. “That’s my father.”
“Yeah, I know.” I roll my eyes. “He’ll go away.”
But to my horror, the door starts to open. “Dr. O’Rourke, I need to speak with you.”
“Get down.” I push Scarlett under the desk and into the kneehole as I slide my chair forward so my elbows rest on top. “Do not say a word.”
I look up, and Dean Ford is standing there holding a key. Jesus, I didn’t know he had one.
“Dr. Ford!” My fingers slide to my phone, and I hold it up, the screen facing me. “I’m on a call here.”
“I apologize, but as an adjunct, your hours on campus are limited and don’t always line up with my free time. I needed to speak with you.”
Grumbling, I talk into the void of my phone, praying it doesn’t ring. “I’ll call you back.”
I put the phone back on my desk and then shift in the seat, well aware that my cock is hanging out of my pants. I’m still throbbing, the ache unbearable. I was seconds away from flying over the edge and coming down my boss’s daughter’s throat.
Now that boss is staring at me like he’s got fucking X-ray vision and can see his daughter under my desk.
Wicked Scarlett decides to have a little fucking fun, her tongue darting out to lick my wet tip. Well, it looks like this blow job is continuing.
I will get her to marry me for the standing I need and then edge her every night as punishment.
She started this. But I will finish it when my ring is on her finger.
Her mouth continues to work my cock, her lips and tongue bathing me with her warm saliva.
I sit with my forearms still on the desk, trying to appear calm despite the orgasm building in my cock. “What can I do for you, Dr. Ford?”
I say that, loving what Little Ford is doing for me right now.
“I’ll make this quick.” He taps his finger on the desk. “Have you given any thought to what we talked about a few weeks ago?”
“That you want me to be married by the end of the semester?”
Scarlett stops, and I’m certain it’s because she’s listening to our conversation about me getting married.
I reach my hand under the desk like I’m scratching my leg and curl my fingers around the back of her neck.
I pull her face forward until she once again wraps her lips around my cock, and it’s sliding down her hot, slick throat.
“I want discipline and stability,” Ford reminds me.
Shit…
“I have thought about it. In fact, there is a woman I met a couple of months ago. We had a nice evening,” I say, though what I want to do is blurt that it was his daughter, and I fucked her to within an inch of her life. “I already proposed the idea.”
“Is that so?” Ford seems pleased and backs up to the door. “What did she say?”
Teeth clamp on my shaft, and I purse my lips to keep from groaning.
“She’s…” I gulp, feeling the tiniest bite on my skin. “She’s considering it. And just so we’re clear, Dean Ford. In the employment contract I signed, it said, upon getting married, I’m eligible for a full-time position.”
“Correct.” He tilts his head.
“No loopholes?” I lean back and pet Scarlett’s head.
Ford smiles. “I’m a man of my word.”
I smile back. “So am I.”
“I’ll let you get back to that call, Dr. O’Rourke.” Ford backs up and leaves the office.
I keep a fake smile on my face until the door closes.
My stomach unclenches, but teeth are still threatening my dick.
“Did you hear that, bad girl?” Using both hands, I hold Scarlett’s head and gently pump her mouth up and down my length. “Your father wants me to find a wife. Do you want someone else sucking my dick?”
She whimpers and then works me harder, faster.
“Oh Christ, I’m gonna come.” I dip my head back, a bolt of electricity shooting up my spine. My release spills down her throat. “Drink my cum like a good little slut.”
Scarlett swallows every drop. Popping off, she pushes my chair so she can climb out. She’s on fire, while I’m boneless and spent.
“I have class,” she says, wiping her mouth and smiling like she thinks she bested me.
If I wasn’t sitting in the chair, I’d be on my knees.
“Scarlett,” I say as I watch her fix her skirt. “Marry me. I can’t even stomach the idea of going to dinner with someone else, when all I want to eat is your pussy.”
In the middle of adjusting her shirt, she stops to stare at me. “I’m not marrying you.”
“You will.” I pull her down and crash our mouths together. “Or this will not happen again, do you understand me?”
She laughs, “Sure, okay.”
Scarlett is going to find out the hard way what the consequences of pushing me to play hardball will be.
We trade wry smiles, and I watch her ass as she dashes out the door.
Jesus fucking Christ.
What the hell is making my heart pound this way?
Sexual adrenalin should be labeled as an addictive narcotic. Every time I touch that woman, the rush I get reminds me that I’m playing with fire. Scarlett can be a gateway drug back into the madness that took over my life for a couple of years.
I wonder if that’s not what this is, though. Am I mistaking the deep need to touch her, to have her close, and breathe in her scent as something unholy, or is this…
Gulp.
Is this love? Or something on that path?
My pulse is still wrecked. My body is on fire. My brain is a siren begging me to find her, smash down her door tonight, and fuck her until sunrise.
For a moment, the old solution whispers: Just one pill. Just one hit. Just one shot.
A fix is a cab ride away. I hunt dealers, so I know who is where to get me through this.
I stare at my door, knowing that in this mood, just a step into the hall could start an irreversible spiral. My foot moves an inch until the memory kicks in, of cotton mouth, hallucinations, of forgetting my own son’s face for several terrifying ten-second gaps.
Not again.
The demon I worked so hard to bury is fighting its way out. But it doesn’t have a taste for drugs this time.
It craves… Scarlett Ford.