Page 67 of Fundamentals of Being a Good Girl
“Maddie—” he starts.
“I know that’s not true, okay? But between that and the idea of facing off against Wallace today, it was just easier to let him walk in five minutes early and steamroll through the last bit of my lecture. I was mentally checked out anyway.”
He steps toward me so that my nose is nearly brushing his chest and he keeps going until he’s guiding me backward against the door. I inhale against his wool sweater and let myself become submerged in cedar and eucalyptus. A cool forest made of soft earth and muscled professor.
Beside my hip the lock on the door clicks, and Bram’s fingers quickly move to the button and zipper of my skirt.
“Bram, this is a shared office,” I remind him.
“I don’t see anyone else here except for us,” he tells me. “When’s your department meeting?”
I glance up at the clock on the wall. “Twenty minutes.”
“And will Wallace be there?”
He tugs my skirt down over my hips and it pools at my feet. He squats down and lifts my feet one by one before folding my skirt and placing it on top of the nearest bookshelf. Which he can easily reach, because of course he can.
“He’ll be a little late,” I say as his fingers skate up my waist and under my T-shirt. He rolls his thumbs over my nipples, the only barrier between us the thin deep-green mesh of my bra.
With careful steadiness, he lifts my arms and pulls the T-shirt over my head.
I check the knob on the door to make sure it really is locked. I may have caught Anton and Martin once before, but I’m not looking to repay the favor. Especially with my sometimes boss and sometimes colleague.
He bends down and his mouth closes over my nipple, his tongue dancing over the fabric as he sucks.
I throw my head back against the door. “Oh my god.”
His mouth turns to my other breast, and why does the thought of him nipping and biting and sucking over the mesh of my bra make me so immediately horny?
We don’t have much time. Only twenty minutes. But I’m not about to waste a second.
I make quick work of his pants and reach below the waistband of his boxer briefs to take his weeping cock in my hand.
Without any warning, I sink to my knees, his teeth snagging against my tit as he’s abruptly forced to let go.
My hands move up his thighs, curving over the perfect roundness of his ass, and I pull his cock into my mouth in one rapid motion. He hits the back of my throat and I moan around him.
“Fuck.” The word is more of a low noise than actual speech.
I look up at him through my lashes as I pull back and take him again. Just outside the door, there are footsteps and voices as the world beyond it continues none the wiser to this kind, gentle, and unrelenting man whose cock is pulsing in my throat.
I break eye contact for just a minute as I drag his thick, angry rod over my tongue, leaving a trail of spit and red lipstick.
“Are you fucking kidding me, Madelyn? I’m never going to forget the sight of your cherry-red lipstick streaked across my dick. Stand up. Stand up right the fuck now and bend over that table with your hands behind your back.”
His fingers run through my smooth bob, and he tugs gently at the roots as I stand to my feet. I love the feeling of him pulling my hair and using it to lead me along like I’ve been so bad that I can’t be trusted to follow orders.
I bend over the desk, and neither of us bother to clear the stacks of papers as he presses my cheek into the ancient wood.
He yanks my ivory lace boy shorts down my thighs and leaves them hanging off a single ankle as he kicks the other leg open so that I’m completely spread for him on my own goddamn desk.
It’s so vulgar. My panties caught around my ankle and I’m wearing nothing but my bra, lacy socks, and loafers.
“Fucking art,” he says.
He presses his hips flush against my ass, the broad tip of his penis nudging at my warm, seeping slit. “Maddie, baby girl, do you know how powerful you are? How you demand that a room pay attention to you just by walking inside it?”
I shake my head and rock back against him. “Mmmm.”
