Page 72 of Strictly Against Policy

He took one look between the vibrator and I. With a press of its button, its loud whirling vibrations ripped the air in half, bringing me back to right where I left off when my brain betrayed me. A flash of his cocky and wet lips caused me to freeze at the time, the image bolting behind my eyes. I watched him smile that same smirk in real time.

I want him. I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted him to plow into the deepest depths of me until neither of us could discern where I began and where he ended.

“You make me ravenous, Miss Lee,” he cooed in this sultry, velvety voice. His eyes dropped down between my legs. “But not for food.”

I stilled myself, a facade of composure veiling my expression. “What would you like to eat then, Professor Lo?”

With the corners of his lips curling tighter, he said, “The only thing I’ll be having for dinner tonight is you, Darling.”

I didn’t even have the chance to breathe before Jonathan yanked me into a crushing and bruising kiss. He bid for dominance one moment, only for me to try to overtake him in the next. His hands slid under the large T-shirt I wore and tugged it over my head within seconds.

I pulled down my shorts, leaving on the white panties I wore. He gently guided me down until we tumbled softly onto my bed and then tugged away from our kiss. I gasped for air, watching him slip the quivering vibrator over my clitoris and over where I grew wet for him during our kisses.

My body tensed at once as pleasure shivered through me with a sharp gasp. A deep groan bellowed out of him. He loudly and lewdly licked his lips and narrowed his eyes, looking deadlier than the starved man he claimed he was. His gaze danced all over me.

“You’re so fucking hot.” Heat burned across my face in a violent flash as he laughed. His dark gaze gleamed. “I mean it, Lina.”

“I-I’m okay,” I mumbled, reaching out for him. My hips bucked up toward the vibrator. With a click, it roared with a new, harsher intensity.

Blood pumped thicker and harder in my veins when my hands finally found him. His skin was practically on fire as I touched and clung to his body. The temperature of my own body intensified, making me sweat.

This was the first time we’d seen each other naked outside of his dark car. The last few days had only been filled with little dinner dates here and there. We’d attempted not to get too frisky when we kissed, but it had been hard.

Jonathan hummed. One of his hands slid up to my torso to hold my waist. “You’re not just okay, Lina. You’re hot,” he chuckled.

“So are you,” I admitted, drawing my hands down his defined shoulders and biceps. “You’ve always been hot.”

He fanned a long breath of scorching air over me when he tossed the sex toy aside, finally using his fingers to touch my clitoris. It was softer in pace, but I liked it more. “Was I hot even in high school?”

I moaned. “Yes.”

His brows arched, arrogantly. “Hotter than Andy?”

My brows knitted; laughter bubbled out of me. “Are you jealous, Jonathan Lo?”

“No,” he muttered, still drawing light circles over my clit.

“I think you are.” A smile stretched across my face from ear to ear. I immediately reached up and gripped his chin so I could look directly into those dark, burning eyes. “I can’t believe you’re jealous of your own brother-in-law.”

He scoffed, taking hold of my hand. “Well, it’s true. He’s a good-looking fellow,” he murmured, pulling my hand away from his jaw and drawing it down his Adam’s apple and lower. “But⁠—”

Our breaths shook in tandem as he drew my hand across those thick and delectable veins near his groin. He undid the towel around his waist. His girthy dick twitched when it was revealed, its brownish-pink length covered with the same veins as his lower abdomen.

“And yet,” I breathed as Jonathan wrapped my hand around his hard sex, “You’re so much hotter.”

He groaned, pumping himself into my loose fist, his hand still wrapped around mine. “Yes. Fuck, yes.”

I felt my arousal dampen the cotton of my panties, and so did Jonathan. He pushed it aside, pressing and curling his fingers into me effortlessly. I gasped. He grinned. Without any words, we just watched each other unravel underneath each other’s touch.

I climaxed first.

Jonathan followed.

We were still heaving from our highs when he yanked my panties down with a rough, animalistic growl. I parted my knees wide for him, and he settled between my legs without another wasted second. As he towered over me, I expected him to continue his lesson. But then, he slowed things down, taking his time to look at me.

His eyes were soft as he grabbed the discarded towel. He wiped his milky ejaculation from my sternum and nipples with gentle care. Once he was done, he reached to cup my face with one of his hands and leaned down to give me a kiss on the cheek.

“You look like you’re a beautiful creature straight out of a painting, Lina. You’re soft, gentle, and so fucking ethereal.”