A growl reverberated from him and he turned his head and met my lips. I moaned into him.
Yes, yes. Kiss me. I want this. I need to feel him right now.
I needed to forget about this damn week, my demanding boss, mergers and acquisitions and just ride the brakes off my sexy, older law professor. No regrets, no hesitation.
I am doing this.
I reached my arms up to wrap around his neck. He took one of them and pulled me along with him. “Wait, let’s go over here. We are out in the open. If anyone comes over this way—”
I giggled. “What, you don’t want to give them a show?”
“What kind of show would we be giving?” His eyes twinkled. He took my hand and pulled me between two tall bookshelves obstructing our view from anyone that would walk into the main library area. He pressed me back into the shelves and the smell of old books surrounded us, mixed with the scent of masculine him. Something about the naughty pleasure of being sandwiched between the law books and the man who taught me law had my panties soaked. He lifted my hand he still held to his lips and kissed it; his lips soft but sure.
“I see how you look at me in class, Addison.” He leveled me with an intense gaze.
My cheeks grew warm. I purposely didn’t stare at him in class because I wouldn’t be able to learn a damn thing. “I don’t—”
He smiled at me. The grin reached his eyes even in the shadows of the library. “You don’t?”
“No.” I lied like a rug and he saw right through me.
“You don’t think about how my kiss would feel at your pulse, right here?” He leaned forward and kissed and sucked the rapidly beating pulse at my neck. He placed my arm up and over his shoulder pressing into me as he sucked at me. I turned my head to the side allowing him better access. His other hand found my right thigh and lifted it up around his hips. I wrapped my leg around his hard body. He easily tugged me into his arms, both legs now wrapped around him, my dress hiked up around my thighs and hips exposing my drenched panties to him. He pulled back from me and took a deep breath. The smell of my arousal now joined the other scents around us. “I want them.”
“Want what?” I asked, dazed from his kiss and the feel of his erection pushing into my core. Only thing separating us was the thin material of my ruined panties and his suit pants.
There, now for the life of me, I couldn't help but think what type of underwear he wore. Was he a boxers or briefs kind of a guy, or did he throw caution to the wind and go commando? The thought of him commando while teaching me in class made me bite my lip. I wonder what else this man could teach me. I would be so willing to learn.
“You are doing it again, Addison.” I pulled my attention back to him and his eyes mirrored my thoughts of passion, want, desire and the reality was better than my fantasy. I was wrapped around this man in the middle of the law library. If I wanted to know what was under those pants, I could be bold enough to ask.
“What am I doing, Reid? You are talking in riddles,” I said, mere inches from his mouth.
“You are turned on. You have been turned on half the night. You appear turned on every time I see you. Is it something I'm doing to you, Addison? Is it me that turns you on? If it is, I want them... I want those panties I help ruin. I want to smell you.”
Christ Almighty.
With that, a new onset of wetness hit me. I bit my lip and moaned. “Touch me, Reid. See what you do to me,” I murmured, my voice barely audible at this point. I didn't know what I was saying. He was taking all reasonable thought away. A strong hand ran up my thigh over the top and down to my V. Skilled fingers found a way around the lace material of my panties through a few soft curls to my center. He ran one, and then two, fingers up my wet slit until he found my nervous system button, and he pressed there. I threw my head back. His lips found my neck again. He kissed and nipped and sucked as I moaned. He played my clit like he was strumming a guitar over and over again. He was murmuring something against my skin, but I couldn't hear him above the buzz building in my ears. I writhed against his hand wanting more, needing more. He gave it to me, as he dipped within my folds, finger fucking me right there in the law library, one arm holding me up against the shelf as I wrapped my arms around his neck holding on for dear life.
“Yes. Yes, please keep doing that. I want to come,” I pleaded.
“I want you to come for me, beautiful. Let me feel you. Let me see what I do to you. God, you're so wet. So good... so warm. Let me feel you,” he murmured.
That's all it took. With his words and his fingers pressed into my heat, I fell apart, crashing around his fingers. He did not let up until I rode the full wave of my orgasm.
He held onto me as I slid down his body, the full length of him, until my heels touched the carpet of the library floor.
Once he made sure I was righted and wouldn't collapse on weak knees in front of him, he kneeled down before me sliding his hands up my thighs as he went.
“What are you doing?” I gasped.
“Claiming my prize. I told you I want them.”
I watched as he twisted the waistband of my panties around his thumbs and slid them down over my ass, thighs and around my knees until they were down around my ankles.
Without question, I stepped out of one, and then the other, hole as he brought the material to his nose, drinking my scent. His eyes rolled shut. “Fuck, the things you do to me… Addison. Come home with me tonight.”
Chapter 6
I stared up at him, knowing I looked like a deer caught in headlights.
What in the world… Professor Matheson wanted me to come home with him tonight.
Holy shit.
This could not be happening. Every wet dream in life was wrapped up in that one request. I had to have misunderstood.
“What? Do what now?” I asked for clarification, making sure my ears weren't failing me now. This man, at least ten years my senior, my boss’ boss’, best friend and from what I could see, my boss’ mortal enemy, just asked me to come home with him for the evening. My professor was looking at me like he could teach me a thing or two in his bedroom, and I was here for it.
Teach me.
“Come home with me tonight. I'm not nearly done with you, but if you want to call it a night, I will understand.” He ran a thumb across my lips and up my cheek. He cupped my face with his warm palm and brought a kiss to my lips that seared my entire mouth. He moved back from me, and I watched him shove my panties in his pocket.
“No,” I shook my head. “I don’t want to call it a night. Not yet. I want...I want to spend the night with you,” I said, reaching for him. He obliged, angling his lips over mine. I sucked in his bottom lip, pulling it into my mouth.
“Addison,” he growled. I didn’t stop. I sucked and nibbled, loving the feel of his lips on mine. But, he pulled from me putting his forehead to mine as he searched out my eyes. “This one time. It only has to be for tonight...if you don't want anything else.” His words were confusing. As if he only wanted one night with me but maybe more. He sounded conflicted.
“Let tonight worry about tonight, and then we can see where things go.” I placed a finger to his lips.
He smiled, kissing my fingertips. “Let's get out of here, then. I'll have my driver come get us.”
“Your driver? I thought we would just take a taxi.”
He chuckled, linking his fingers with mine. “You are in New York City with a short dress on and no panties. There is no way in the world I am letting you get in a taxi like that.”
The thought of what could be on those taxi seats so close to my bare vag made my skin crawl, and his suggestion made much more sense.
I visibly shuddered, and he chuckled. “The driver it is then,” he said, picking up my bag and books for me. He grabbed his briefcase, pulling out his phone and typed a quick message. He reached out his hand for me, smiling. “He's on his way.”
I settled back into the luxury sedan; the gray leather seats swallowed my body in the laps of luxur
y as he slid in beside me. I listened as Reid gave the driver, Hank, instructions to take us back to his place. He slid my hand in his again as he turned and winked, offering a boyish grin. It made me wonder how many times he’d done this before. Did he seduce and bed many of his students this way? I hated that uneasy feeling or doubting my own judgement. But, this should’ve been a question I asked before I even got in the damn car. My thoughts of jumping in bed with Reid Matheson had distracted me from the direction we were going. This was all too familiar. I looked over at him. “Where are we going?”
He chuckled. “To my place, Miss Mitchell. Are you having second thoughts?”
“No!” I said way too loud and too quick. Hank looked at me through his rearview mirror, and I blushed. “I meant this is the way I go home… Do you live in Harlem?”
“I do… Why do you seem so surprised?” He looked at me.
“You do not seem like a Harlem type of guy…” I looked at him in shock.
“Because I’m white?” he asked point blank.
“No!” I shouted again. This time Hank chuckled from the front seat. “I mean...well…yea…” I admitted. And, it was Reid’s turn to bust out laughing.
“I’m not allowed to like culture, good music, amazing food and a great vibe... because of my skin color?” he asked.
I didn’t know how to answer that. I just know what I knew, and he didn’t seem to fit the mold. But, something about Reid told me he colored outside the lines in more ways than one. So, I wasn’t one to judge. If he wanted to be a richy white guy living in Harlem, by all means go for it.
“I didn’t say that. I’m just surprised is all.” I settled on that. It was a solid answer.
“You are judging a book by its cover.” He smirked.
“Oh, give me a break. I know plenty of white people that live around here.” Well, not really but I would prove my point. “I just didn’t think you would be one of them. You seem like an Upper East Side type of man. Like where we had that dinner tonight. Stuffy! Rich. Can’t let your hair down. Or your toupee…” I covered a hand over my mouth.
His mood darkened, and I thought maybe I’d struck a nerve. “That used to be me. But, now I’m here, and I love it. It’s close to the school. So, win win. Look, we’re here. Come on.” He held a hand up as Hank was about to get out and open the door. “It’s okay, Hank. I got it. I’ll give you a call tomorrow.”
“Sure thing, Mr. Matheson.” Hank nodded. I made eye contact with Hank again in the rearview mirror, and he offered a friendly smile. “Good evening, Miss Mitchell.”
“You too, Hank.” I’d embarrassed myself in front of this guy and made assumptions that were a bit ridiculous; going off a stereotype instead of what could be reality for some people. I had to work on that.
I looked up at the large, brick building, three floors high in front of me, flanked by two other buildings just as tall. Condos, I thought. Spelled money. More than I could afford, that’s for sure. But, he definitely had a Harlem address; he was not lying. “Very nice. What floor is yours?”
The bottom,” he said, reaching for his keys.
Thank God.
“Good. I don’t know if I could do the stairs in these shoes,” I said out loud, and he laughed at me.
“If I lived on any other floor, there are elevators. You could also take the shoes off.” He pulled me toward him… “Do you need a foot massage, Miss Mitchell?” he asked, pressing into me. My pulse quickened again.
“Yes…that sounds like everything I need right now.” I breathed, and he pulled me into his place, and into his arms, not missing a beat as his lips found mine. He shut the door behind us, moving us deeper into his space. He dropped his keys on a table taking my bag from my hand. He placed it on a chair, never missing more than a second in between pecks and nibbles from my lips to my jaw line down my neck. His arms circled my waist as we did a bit of a dance.
“Reid...Reid” I finally managed.
“Need some air?” He chuckled.
I nodded, touching fingers to my sensitive lips, now plump from his kisses. “Something like that… Are you going to show me your place?” I asked, trying to get my wits about me. Reid could be all mind consuming, and I wanted to be smart about being here tonight. If this was going to be a one-time thing for us, I wanted to take it all in and know what made him, him. I didn’t know if I’d get this opportunity again, and I didn’t want to waste it.
He ran a hand over the back of his neck. “Sure, I can show you the place. Why don’t you take your shoes off? You said they were killing your feet.”
He was right. After the long night, the six inch stilettos weren’t doing my feet any favors.
“Here, come on.” He pulled me deeper into his place and into a spacious kitchen. For a condo in Harlem, I was impressed. I’m sure he’d paid well over a million bucks for this spot. I didn’t realize law professors made this kind of bank. He didn’t flaunt it or anything. I’d have never known if I hadn’t seen it for myself. He led me to a padded bench in his living room, and I sat down. He kneeled in front of me, his warm hands running the length of my calf, finding the buckle that held the straps to my shoe in place. His fingers made quick work of unfastening one shoe and then the other, sliding them from my aching feet. He looked from my feet up to my eyes and back again as he massaged the ache away. I bit my lower lip as I watched him, mesmerized by his touch and lost in the depths of his eyes.
“So, Addison, this is my place.” He winked, still rubbing the instep. “Two bedrooms, two bathrooms. There is a game room downstairs. I like to shoot pool after a long day; helps me think and unwind. Thirteen-foot ceilings and a wood burning fireplace for cold evenings when I don’t have anyone to keep me warm.” He ran his hand up my leg again bringing my whole leg into his lap. My foot cradled between his thighs, my toes nestled against his erection. He continued talking as if it was normal, all while finishing his masseuse duties. “There is a large, private garden patio off the game room. The open kitchen has stone countertops, custom cherry cabinets, stainless steel appliances with a double wide industrial style subzero refrigerator so the drinks are always chilled to perfection. I can get you a glass of wine after this.”
I nodded. At this point, I would agree to anything this gorgeous man was saying. His voice was hypnotic, and I just wanted to listen to him speak. As long as he’d keep rubbing and talking, that’s all I’d do. I felt like I was being lulled into a state of calm by a foot rub and this realtor style explanation of his home. “Should I keep going?” He smiled at me.
“Yes, don’t stop,” I breathed.
“Hmm, the master bedroom has a small balcony, closets the size of some small apartments in Manhattan, and the ensuite bath has a Jacuzzi style tub you could soak all these aches away in.” He lifted my right foot to his lips and trailed one kiss, and then another, down the top of my foot toward my toes. I gasped when he kissed the tip of my toe sucking just a bit in before he let it go with a pop. Every nerve ending in my body came alive. Christ Almighty, who knew I’d be turned on by a foot massage, and a man sucking my toe?
What on earth was he doing to me?
“You are doing it again, Addison.”
I focused back on him.
I knew what he was saying this time, and I wouldn't play coy. “Yes, I’m turned on. I’m just surprised I would be. I’ve never been…wet because a man touched my foot.” I felt the blush creeping up my chest to my face again. He took my feet from out of his lap and came to his knees in front of me.
“The feet contain pressure points that trigger arousal, and they’re also packed with nerve endings. It’s an erogenous zone. We have a heightened sensitivity there, and it can elicit a sexual response when stimulated."
“Are you trying to stimulate me, Reid?” I looked from his eyes to his lips as a small smirk grew into a devilish grin.
“Is it working, Addison?” he asked.
“I would say so. You make me want to know what other parts of my body could be…stimu
lated,” I responded.
He nodded. “I’m willing to help you find them all.”
Chapter 7
He stood and pulled me up alongside him. Without the heels on, he towered over me by a good six inches. I looked up at him, and he winked at me. “Come on. Let’s get you that wine.”
He had me reeling about erogenous zones, leaving me wet and wanting, while he fetched a crisp Pinot. I followed him into the kitchen he’d just described to a T. He was right, the fridge was quite impressive. He pulled out the bottle of wine and fetched two long stem glasses from the cabinet and snagged a bottle opener from the drawer.
The silence was killing me. Other than the sounds of him opening a bottle, the rest of the place was quiet. He must have read my thoughts. He called out to a house voice-operated system. “Play jazz,” he said. The music immediately flowed softly in the background as he poured the liquid into the glasses.
Lord, even the house responded to this gorgeous man.
“So… What made you move to this area?” I tried for small talk as he handed me one of the glasses. “You said you came from the Upper East Side. What made you move?”
He took a sip of his wine and reached out to take my hand. He led me through the house and down a few stairs into what I assumed was the game room as the large pool table he mentioned was front and center. I noticed the jazz music carried throughout the house, even into the garden patio he opened the door to. The night sky was dotted with stars. Though we were fenced in, I could still hear the sounds of the neighborhood around us. Reid flipped a switch and the area was flooded with tiny white lights illuminating the quaint area. A cement wall was topped with a dog ear wooden fence lined with the lights and flower boxes. Flowers and vines in various shades spilled from the boxes creating a tropical vibe. In the middle of the patio was a small round table with the chairs covered in red cushions. A grill and some additional seating spread out around the area as well. “I could live out here,” I breathed, taking in my surroundings.
Forbidden Page 4