He was so relieved, and his dick began to swell, and then she stood from his bed. He watched her with eagle eyes as she stood in front of him, her hands going to her stomach. He opened his legs in a clear invitation.

She smiled down at him and moved between his thighs.

His face was level with her breasts, and his mouth watered at being so close to tasting new parts of her. She tentatively placed her hands on his shoulders and squeezed. He interpreted that small movement as a request for him to take control. He’d been waiting for that all night. He moved his hands to the backs of her knees.

Deja jumped. “I’m ticklish,” she admitted.

“Noted,” he said with a smile.

She swallowed loudly and started to pant softly. Alejandro watched her chest rise and fall as his hands drifted up the back of her legs. Her skin was soft and warm, and she trembled under his touch. She was perfect as far as he was concerned.

When his hands stopped at the back of her thighs, and he squeezed, she let out the sexiest whimper he’d ever heard, and he squeezed again.

Her hands moved over his shoulders before her fingers sank into the hair at his nape. Alejandro shivered and continued his exploration under her skirt.

He palmed the soft globes of her ass, and he squeezed her as well. “I like this dress,” he whispered into her cleavage. “You never wear dresses to work.”

Her fingers tightened in his hair. “You noticed what I wear?”

“I notice everything about you, Deja,” he said, licking a path over her left nipple which had protruded slightly through her dress.

She shivered and moaned, and her fingernails scraped his scalp.

But when he looked at her, her mouth had turned down at the corners in an adorable frown. Her eyes skirted away from his as she spoke. “When I was a grad student, I wore a dress to class once. It was a hot as fuck spring day, and the building I was teaching in didn’t have any air-conditioning. It was my favorite dress, professional, not too tight or short or anything. I had to give that lecture again the next week because all my male students spent the entire class staring at my legs like I had four of them or something. I haven’t worn a dress on campus since.”

Alejandro sighed and shook his head. He moved forward and pressed his mouth against her chest. “I’m sorry,” he whispered against the fabric of her dress.

“You don’t have to apologize,” Deja said lightly. “But thank you.”