Victoria would have happily drowned in his sinful kiss, had he not left her lips and slowly trailed down her jaw. John angled around to her ear, taking her lobe between his teeth. She let out a muted gasp at the surprise sharpness that mingled with pleasure. When he released her earlobe, he gave it a gentle lick before moving down her neck. While his mouth was busy, John’s hand moved to the buttons of her shirt, undoing a few before running his fingers down the curve of her breast. “Can you stay quiet, Victoria?” he asked, his mouth at the hollow of her collarbone.

Him calling her Victoria made her face flush with excitement. Her heart hammered in her ears with every swipe of his tongue along her burning skin. His question made no sense. If he continued like this, she could make no guarantees. “Maybe?” she said in a shaky voice.

John pulled away long enough to flash her a devilish smile. “Maybe?” he asked before returning to her racing pulse. He sucked long and hard at her skin, releasing with a satisfying pop. When he pulled away again, he crouched before her on the balls of his feet. She gazed down at him, still trying to catch her breath. “I ask, because I’m about to do something that might make you scream in pleasure. And I’d like to remind you that other professors are just right next door. So, can you stay quiet, Victoria?”

She smiled in spite of herself. “What are you going to do... Johnny?”

John narrowed his eyes and smirked. “I’m going to do what I promised on the phone.” He moved his hands from the chair’s armrests to her thighs. She was thankful she wore another skirt today; a skirt would offer easy access. He slid his hands down to her bare knees and settled on his own before her, like a man praying at an altar. “Let me know when you want me to stop.”

Victoria nodded. She didn’t want him to stop.

He pushed her knees apart as far as her skirt would allow and sat back on his heels. “I never told you about the depraved things I thought about while you shelved my books,” he said while studying her thighs.

“No,” she whispered, trying to quell her fluttering heart.

His large pale hands were a contrast against her brown legs. They gripped her, pinning her down in a soft possessive way that made her feel safe and restless at the same time. “You were bent over trying to find the right place to put a Tim O’Brien book. I tried not to stare, but you looked so delicious.”

Victoria had never heard herself described as delicious.