23. Sparks
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
sparks
IMOGEN
MONDAY
ROMAN: Wear a dress today. I don’t want to have to rip those pesky leggings off of you.
I’m staring at the message, my jaw slack as my brain tries to catch up with what I’m reading. He sent this an hour ago. Has he been up that early thinking about fucking me? I snicker to myself as my eyes land on my closet. I have a bunch of toys in my suitcase, including some discrete ones that could be perfect for a little surprise. Roman said he wanted to learn more about kink, and this could be just the thing.
IMOGEN: What time are you getting to campus?
ROMAN: Already here. Why?
IMOGEN: Can we meet in your office? I have something to show you.
I don’t even wait for the response, already rolling out of bed and rushing for the shower the moment I hit send. I shave everything, condition my hair, and then spend way too long blow drying and curling it. By the time I’m finished, I’m sweating bullets.
“Logan needs to put a fan in here,” I grumble.
Back in my bedroom I’m standing in front of my closet in nothing but my underwear, trying to find the perfect dress. I need to strike a balance between ‘I’m railing my boss,’ and ‘I’m a respectable PhD student, please take me seriously .’
It’s a hard line to walk.
I settle on a pale yellow sundress with tiny white flowers scattered across it, pairing it with combat boots and a denim jacket, and moving on to haul out my kinky little suitcase from its hiding spot. Just as I start getting to the good stuff, my phone buzzes.
LOGAN: Hey, Ig! I’m still gonna be back in town today, but it’ll be later than I thought. You might want to order yourself a pizza or something.
IMOGEN: Sick, I’ll take any excuse for pizza. Maybe I’ll save a few slices for you, if I’m feeling generous.
I toss the phone aside to continue rooting through my suitcase until my fingers wrap around a soft silk bag. I open it up and grin, pulling out a discreet vibrator and remote.
Roman’s going to fucking love this.
I stare at the toy, wondering if I should slip it into my panties now, or wait until I get to campus, but before I can make that decision, my phone lights up again.
ROMAN: Are you going to tell me what you’re planning?
IMOGEN: Nope. That’s half the fun.
ROMAN: You’re a damn tease.
IMOGEN: Watch your mouth, cowboy, or I’ll give you something real to complain about.
I head upstairs to make myself some breakfast, rooting through the cupboards until I find some bagels. I drop one into the toaster and as I’m waiting for it to pop, I get an idea. Pulling out my phone, I set a timer on the camera-app, leaning it up against the wall before sliding the vibrator into my panties and bending over the kitchen island. I flip my skirt, bunching my underwear up so that Roman gets a little taste before I arrive. It’s uncomfortable, but it’s totally worth the thought of him checking his phone in a packed elevator, or in class.
I arch my back and turn my head so that he gets a partial view of my face as well. When the shutter finally clicks, I rush over and check my work with an excited squeal, zooming in to make sure the vibrator isn’t obvious in the shot. I want that to be a special surprise.
When I’ve deemed the photo worthy, I fire it off, along with a text.
IMOGEN: You said wear a dress, right?
Triumphant, I grab my breakfast and head out the door, ignoring the buzzing of my phone as I hop onto my bike and head toward the university. The sun peeks through the clouds, and I smile, taking a deep breath of fresh air. I love New York, and it’ll always be my home, but there’s something so charming about this place to me. That is, until I hit the first pothole of the ride and immediately regret shoving this thing into my panties.
Unfortunately, I can’t stomach the idea of climbing off and fishing it out in the middle of a residential street; I think I’d wind up on some kind of list. So, I trek onward, the peaceful bike ride short lived as I shift into the proper gear. My legs burn and sweat trickles down my back as cars whiz past and the end of my journey comes into sight.
The Flynns have never been a particularly sporty family. My dad used to say that the only way he’d turn into a serious athlete is if they finally let competitive drinking into the Olympics.
At least downhill on the way back will be easier.
I arrive at the campus, stopping at the sociology building and locking up my bike before finally checking my phone. I should be prepping for Abi’s class, but the only thing I’m focused on is Roman and all those texts he sent.
ROMAN: Are you kidding me?
ROMAN: I’ll be in my office.
ROMAN: Hurry up.
ROMAN: Please?
ROMAN: Don’t make me send you one of those emoji things.
IMOGEN: Are you sure you can find them, cowboy? This softer approach won’t let you off the hook, by the way. I remember how demanding you were earlier.
ROMAN: You’re killing me.
I smile and head inside, taking the elevator all the way up to the tenth floor. The department’s still fairly empty and I check a clock on the wall as I approach Roman’s office. It’s 7:58. The door’s closed, and I glance around, making sure the coast is clear before making my move.
It’s not like I could get in trouble, right now it just looks like I’m meeting my boss before class. Still, my brain is rifling through a laundry list of excuses I can give as to why I’m here. Sometimes it’s fun to pretend.
I knock softly on the door, bouncing on the balls of my feet.
But he doesn’t answer.
Is he messing with me?
I try again, louder this time, wincing as it echoes through the hall.
“Come in,” he calls from the other side.
I turn the doorknob and step inside. Roman is at his desk, gaze fixed on his phone in his hand. I can feel my heart beat faster at the sight of him, looking fine in a tight navy blue t-shirt, his tattooed arms on full display. His hair is pushed back, artfully unkempt, and he’s even shaved his beard down a little.
That’ll feel good between my legs.
“Good morning, Dr. Burke.”
The look he gives me could melt a goddamn iceberg.
“Close the door,” he commands, standing and circling the desk. “Lock it.”
When I turn around to twist the deadbolt, one hand wraps around my waist, sliding up to cup my breast while he wraps his other hand around my throat. My breath hitches and my heart pounds harder as his lips brush against my ear, his half-erect cock pushing against my ass.
“What the hell were you thinking sending me that picture?”
He squeezes a bit harder, and I start to feel that rush that comes along with the lightheadedness.
“Answer me.”
“How about I show you?” I gasp, somehow managing to sound defiant while his fingers are wrapped around my throat.
Roman releases me, taking a step back to give me some breathing room, his chest heaving as I shrug my backpack off and place it on a chair. My excitement and apprehension are building at the same rate; I don’t know how thin these walls are, and Frankie’s office is next door. What if he decides to pay Roman a visit?
But Roman doesn’t seem to be focused on that right now, so I guess I won’t either. Instead I push him up against the desk and press my body against his, sliding one of my hands down to squeeze his cock.
“You’re a very bad girl,” he rumbles.
I lower myself to my knees and reach up to unbutton his jeans.
“I thought we were just having fun.” I gaze at his newly freed cock, licking my lips at the sight. “Are you not having fun, cowboy?”
He’s got an iron grip on his desk, his eyes stormy with desire. Fuck, I love a man who’s falling apart for me, even when I’ve barely even touched him. I part my lips, swirling my tongue over his tip while he knots his fingers tighter and tighter in my hair.
“Don’t tease,” he begs, giving a desperate tug. “I’ve been thinking about this all morning. Hell, I woke up thinking about you.”
Another flick of my tongue causes his cock to twitch, and I grin with satisfaction.
“Did you touch yourself?”
He moans.
“In the shower.”
I wrap my lips tightly around the crown, sucking in tiny pulses before I release him with a pop, beginning to slide my hand up and down his shaft. Roman lets out a soft growl that makes me shiver; I want him to bend me over his desk and take what he wants.
“Did you come? In the shower I mean.”
He shakes his head.
“Poor baby,” I taunt. “You must be aching.”
He tugs a little harder on my hair, and suddenly I’m even more aware of the vibrator between my legs. I could just reach over and give him the remote, push things forward a little quicker, but that would mean giving up my position in this game. There’s something about the way he looks at me, like he’d collapse if I stood up and walked away right now.
“Please, darlin’.”
“What do you call me?”
I’ve just decided Roman’s getting a crash course in how I dominate today.
“I’m sorry, Mistress,” he chokes.
“That’s right, slut.”
I part my lips and take him all the way down my throat, my eyes flicking up in time to see his head tip toward the ceiling. There’s something so beautiful about a man losing himself in the throes of ecstasy.
I set the pace: slow and steady, with my hand firmly wrapped around his cock and my other resting on his thigh. I close my eyes as he hits the back of my throat, feeling tears stream down my cheeks until I’m choking on him. His breath sounds like a rushing river as he rolls his hips, and he struggles to control his moans.
“More. Please.”
He’s throbbing and heavy on my tongue, and when he pulls me back, I sputter, sucking in a sharp breath before I go back for more. The pace becomes frantic, and his hips snap, both hands gripping my hair. We lock eyes and I keep one hand on his thigh to anchor myself using the other to tease my nipple through my clothes.
“Imogen, I–”
A sharp knock on his office door causes both of us to immediately freeze in place, like deer in headlights.
“Dr. Burke?”
It’s a voice I don’t recognize. Younger. Probably a student.
Roman releases my hair in a split second, and I get to my feet adjusting my clothes and making sure nothing looks out of place. I’ve been so worried about Logan catching us that I didn’t even think about a fucking student. Did they hear us? I don’t think we were that loud, but when you’re in the heat of the moment, it’s hard to judge those kinds of things.
“I’m just in a meeting!” He calls, his voice shaky and unsure. “Give me five minutes!”
My heart thunders and my legs wobble beneath me.
“No problem, I’ll just be out here!”
The two of us wait, counting the footsteps before we let out a collective sigh of relief.
“Christ…”
I take a step back toward him, his cock glistening with my saliva, and I gently run my finger up and down his shaft.
“I should go,” I whisper. “I’ve gotta finish a paper for Abi.”
Roman clenches his teeth, his eyes blazing. I turn away and bend over, making sure to give him a little show as I dig the remote out of my backpack and hand it to him.
“A present for you.”
So far it’s been cute to see him a little flustered, but I want to see what he can really do.
“What is it?”
His tone is measured, trying to stay in control.
“It’s for this.” I reach into my panties and pull out the vibrator. “Try it.”
Roman pushes the button on the remote and the vibrator buzzes in my hand. He licks his lips like a hungry dog as I slip it back in, placing it right next to my clit. My eyes slide shut and I let out the softest moan I can manage, feeling him grab me by the waist and ghost his lips along my neck.
“Press the button, and you turn up the intensity. I think even someone as new as you could make it work.”
“You shouldn’t have told me that.”
The vibrations get more intense and my eyelids flutter, laughter tumbling from my lips. I forgot how powerful this thing is. I’m trying to think about crime statistics to combat the throbbing between my legs.
“Is that all you’ve got, Dr. Burke?”
Roman says nothing, only sliding a hand down my body and reaching underneath my dress to give my ass a rough squeeze. Electricity ripples down my spine. This man knows exactly how to turn me on, but I refuse to give in no matter how much I want to. I want to see how brazen he can get.
“Well, if you have some time before I see you this afternoon, I’ll be at Déjà Brew.”
“This is dangerous.” He grumbles.
“Of course it is. That’s what makes it fun.”
His eyes are burning, the animal hunger he has for me evident in the way his mouth twitches as he zips up his pants. I grab my stuff and head for the door, but not before giving him one last flirtatious glance over my shoulder.
“Catch me later, cowboy.”