Page 93 of The Spy
Jennings nodded. "Yes, what was her name again? Some kind of student, or something, right? Bit of a young thing. No one faults you though, especially me now."
There it was again.
That tone.
That good-old-boys club, embarrassing tone that made me want to heave.
Saint caught it too and he had a tough time keeping the scowl from his face. "Yeah, well, when you fall in love, you fall in love."
Jennings nodded. "Oh, of course. Maybe you two would like to join us at the opera. I'd love to get to know her better."
Saint smiled. "Oh, the Opera House? Sorry, we already have plans."
As the two of them slapped each other's back some more, I checked the piece of paper that Saint had dropped into my palm. It was a code name, and I frowned.
What the hell was Saint doing summoning me to campus?
What the hell had gone wrong now?
Gabe
Tabatha wasn’t two feet into my office before I pounced on her.
“Gabe, what the hell—”
I ran my hands through her curls as I slanted my lips over hers, effectively shutting her up. She should tell me to stop. We were in the office. Dangerous no-go territory. I'd been lying to myself half the morning that all I needed was a taste and I could stop.
I needed so much more than a taste.
I bit back the groan as Tabatha dug her hands into my shirt and dragged me closer. She tasted like mint and coffee and chocolate. With a muffled growl, I splayed my hands over her back and dragged her closer as I smoothed them over her ass. My tongue took full command of the kiss, knowing how to coax, command, and drive her crazy. When I sucked on her tongue, she shuddered.
“I’ve missed you.” I whispered against her lips.
Her pupils dilated. “I should probably check to see just how much.” She reached between us, palming the thick length of my erection. She pumped me once, then twice, and my knees threatened to buckle as my head swam, and all I could focus on was the need ripping through me. She groaned low. “Gabe, we can’t do this here.”
"I know. I know." Any moment now I was going to stop. That’s what I told myself as I kissed along her jaw and the hollow of her neck.
Reaching up, Tabatha wound her arms around my neck and tangled her fingers into the hair at my nape. Gently, she tugged me down and molded her lips to mine. I hissed an intake of breath just before sliding my hands down to her ass, drawing myself closer to her.
She took control of the kiss. This time, she drew my tongue into her mouth. She sucked on it and slid hers over mine, telling me what she wanted with her tongue.
My hands slid under the soft fabric of her blouse. When I captured her breast in my hand, she moaned into my mouth, and the sound was the sweetest thing I’d heard all day.
“Jesus, Tabatha. You make me want to lose control.”
“Control is overrated.”
Gently, I circled the tip of her nipple with my thumb making it tighten and pebble as she fought for breath. “God, I love how responsive you are.” My erection pressed insistently into her belly as I devoured her lips and stroked her breast.
“You dragged me in here. Are we going to talk or are you going to put that very nice erection to good use?”
Reaching between us, she tugged on my belt, fumbling with my button and grinning with satisfaction when it gave way. Sliding her hands into my cargos, she closed her fingers around me. My low growl and muttered curse gave her a boost of confidence.
“Mmm, butterfly, maybe that’s not the best idea right now. I’ve been ready to explode since this morning.”
She didn’t listen. Instead, she rubbed her thumb over my crown. My fingers dug into the flesh of her ass, and I muttered curses through clenched teeth as she pumped me slowly.
“You’re so big.” She stroked my thickness, her thumb and middle finger barely touching.
