Both my hands are working him over—my right is on his cock, my left is tugging and rolling his balls—and just as his eyes roll back and he gets right up to the edge of exploding again, I let go, and this time he really does growl at me. His meeting must be over, because he exits out of the call before setting his laptop off to the side of his desk.

The way he has it set up, he uses a laptop as one of his screens, and then to his right on the desk, he has two other monitors, so a large portion of his desk is open space. Which, in this case, works to our advantage, because I have a feeling I know what’s coming.

He pulls me up, shoving my ass onto his desk. His lips come to my ear, and when he speaks, a chill races through me. “You’re a fucking tease, Bambi. You know that?”

“What I do know is that you fucking love it.” I turn my face toward him, pressing my lips against his, and he immediately melts into my touch. When my tongue glides along the seam, he opens for me easily, swallowing my desperate groan.

It feels like an hour that we sit there making out on his desk, not able to get enough of each other. He finally pulls away, looking behind me. “You lock my door when you came in?” he asks, voice gruff and hoarse.

“Of course, I did. Can’t have sweet ol’ Mary walking in on one of the professors on his knees for the dean, now, can we?”

“You’re a dirty fucking boy,” he growls before pressing his lips to my neck and peppering it with kisses.

He reaches down and pulls both my shoes off, before tugging my pants the rest of the way down until they fall to the ground. Then his strong, thick fingers work each button of my shirt from the bottom up, until my chest is exposed to him. His tongue swirls around my left nipple for a moment before he does the same to my right.

My skin is on fire, everywhere he touches feeling electrified. His palm comes to my chest, shoving me until I’m lying back on top of his desk, exposed. I’m wearing nothing more than an unbuttoned shirt and my socks.

Stone runs his finger from my throat, all the way to my dick, before wrapping his hand around it and stroking. “You know,” he starts, continuing to stroke me, “I could do what you did to me. Bring you to the brink of release, then back away.”

Nothing but a choked whine comes out of me as I watch his hand slide up and down expertly.