“Where in here would you want to have sex with me? Maybe we should do it somewhere that hasn’t been done before. He didn’t say anything about this table.”
I had no words.
So, I decided it was time for us to leave for more private quarters, before I took her virginity on that coffee table, witnesses be damned.
Chapter Twenty- Five
Gwendolyn
Arthur seemed a bit tense on the drive back to my apartment. Maybe I upset him, talking about sex at headquarters.
I chewed the words I’d said over and over in my head, trying to think of how it could have offended him in some way. I wished I knew if it was me that made him seem so on edge. He wasn’t all smiles, and he barely looked my way. Of course, he should be watching the road intensely, but the last few times I had been in the car with him, he would turn his gaze to me for a short moment then return his eyes to the road.
“I’m walking you up to your door.” He parked his SUV and got out of the car, coming around to open mine for me.
“Thank you.” I hadn’t realized how much I liked his happy, easygoing nature until it was gone. I wanted it back, and I would do anything to rectify whatever I’d said wrong.
When we stopped in front of my door, I was so nervous and flustered. All I wanted was to make him smile, and I didn’t know what to do. Would kissing him help? I’d kiss his lips like they were my only means to live. Should I just say something? Anything?
“You okay?” He broke the ice on my thoughts.
“No, I feel like I’ve upset you, and I’ve been trying to figure out what I could do to make you smile again, but I suck at being with people.” I was going to keep talking out my feelings, but his hands were lightly cupping my face, and his lips were against mine.
“I’m not upset with you, not even close. I’ve just been holding back the urge to fuck you at every red light between HQ and here. You may not realize it, but when you talk about sex with me, I get so fucking turned on that it feels like I’m stuck between heaven and hell.” He sounded like he was in pain, like being so turned on was torturous for him.
“Let’s have sex then. Right now.”
He groaned and kissed me again; this time the kiss was deeper and full of need. But we still weren’t walking inside to my bedroom.
“I want this. Please, Arthur,” I begged between breaths.
I really did want this, the connection between us, and the physical need to be together was relentless.
“No one has ever woken this side of me, and now that it is, it’s quite hangry.” I tugged his hand to pull him inside the apartment. My heart felt like it was about to burst when his sexy grin appeared and he nodded.
“Then let’s feed my goddess’s carnal appetite.”
He was joking, but I felt like it was true. I wanted all the things he had to give me, and I wanted them now.
Opening the door quickly, we stepped inside, and I shut it before turning to his lips again. I had no clue if any of what I was doing was considered sexy or not, so I just did what I wanted. Right now, I wanted to see more of his skin. My hands moved to his brown leather jacket, pushing it down his broad shoulders then down to the floor.
Of course, I didn’t have it in me to leave the jacket on the floor, in spite of the moment, so I picked it up and set it nicely on the couch arm.
“Sorry.”
Embarrassment coated my insides. I probably just ruined the moment with my obsessive nature.
“I don’t think there is anything you could do right now that would turn me off.” He held his hand out for mine, and I peered at his face. It was just as warm and accepting as it has been since the day I’d met him.
“And just so we get the responsible talk out of the way, I’ve been tested and am clean. I know you’re a virgin, but are you on the pill?”
“I am, and I trust you.” My hand looked too small and pale in his, but with just the touch of his hand I felt calm again.
He walked us back to my bedroom, making sure to close the door behind us so Cora and Pops wouldn’t be interrupting our time together.
“Finish what you started, goddess.” He smirked and waited for me to undress him, which was what I still wanted, so I got to work on his long-sleeved shirt. Once it was gone and folded on my dresser, I couldn’t stop staring. He was so hot. I mean, tan skin and rippling muscles all the way down to his jeans.
“I didn’t realize real men could look like you.” I knew there were models and movie stars that looked like this, but not normal people. He just wasn’t normal. He was beautiful and godly.
Maybe he didn’t just have powers from the gods but got a body from them, too. My fingers flexed, aching to touch him.
“Come put your hands on me.” He gave me the permission I had seemed to need, and I couldn’t stop myself from feeling every bit of him I could touch. His arms, his chest, his abs, and even that V that was cut off by his pants. I wanted to see more, and those pants were in my way. I rushed getting them off and watched with wide eyes as his dick popped out by my face as I pushed his jeans down. Crap! I forgot his boots, I realized too late.
“I’ve got this.” He toed his boots off and kicked them neatly to the side before stepping out of his jeans. Before I could act, he set the boots by the door and the jeans on the dresser. I couldn’t help but smile that he was going along with my crazy.
“My turn.” He looked at me with hunger in those eyes of his. The glasses made him look like a naughty professor, and I had to admit I liked that fantasy.
“Do your worst, professor.”
I cannot believe I just said that out loud. Oh God. I wanted to cover my face in mortification that my thoughts slipped, but he wasn’t having that. His hands moved to mine and he placed them on his chest. He was like a magic button; when I touched my skin to his, I felt better. My senses were wild, and, in a way, they distracted me. His body made me focus on the present and get out of my head.
Then his hands touched my body and went about undressing me as I had him. His face leaned in and touched hot kisses to random places as he moved. I felt completely under whatever spell he’d cast on me.
“You see me as a professor?” he whispered against my lips.
As embarrassing as my thought was, I couldn’t help but nod yes.
“I see, Gwendolyn, do you wanna earn some extra credit?”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Arthur
Her pale cheeks blushed pink and my dick was harder than ever.
If Gwendolyn saw me as some sexy professor, then I would give her the best fucking sexy professor I had in me.
She nibbled on her bottom lip and then nodded. The movement made me harder than before, which I didn’t think was possible. Gwendolyn wanted to play.
“Go lie on the bed and show me how you want to earn your A.”
Naked, and completely unaware of her appeal, she walked to the bed and lay on her back, spreading her legs wide.
Fucking, fucking, shit, fuck.
“I’ve never failed a test or missed my homework. And I won’t fail this now.”
For someone who has never done this before, she is a sexy minx. All I wanted to do was crawl up the bed and settle between her pale thighs. God, she was all pink and glistening.