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Fifty-Five: He did not?!

Isabella's POV

We sat there behind his desk for another hour, I straddled him hugging him while he tried to study, not that that was a success as for every page he turned he gave me a peck on the lips, occasionally leading to a more passionate one. His eyes were still red from crying and I'm pretty sure I looked like a mess too, but I didn't care cause he loved me, he told me he loved me and I still was in awe.

"It's nine thirty baby, shouldn't you get ready?" He said, leaning back against the chair as I hung on to him like a koala, my face buried in his neck. I sighed, knowing I indeed had to get ready, but I didn't want to leave his lap. His hands softly grabbed my shoulders, pushing me back a bit, enough to face him. "You're going to be late for the early lunch with my monster of a sister." He smirked and I cocked a brow at him in response. I wish Mia could have heard him, she would have kicked him in the balls... "However, if you want to stay with me, I'm not going to stop you." He said eying me up with a mischievous smirk in his face before lacing his fingers around the collar of the shirt I was wearing. "You look extremely adorable wearing my shirt." He whispered close to my face, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth, a clear sign he was turned on by me sitting on his lap like that, only wearing my barely there underwear and his shirt.

"Oh, do I now, you don't look that bad yourself. You know what those glasses do to me." I whispered, my fingers hooking behind the waistband of his sweatpants making him release his lip and part his mouth with excitement.  That's right I love teasing you like that. I ran my fingers between the hem of his sweatpants and his skin. Oh boy he isn't even wearing boxers underneath those. I immediately felt a tingle between my legs as I thought about the fact was just wearing those soft grey trousers.

"You're such a tease..." He whispered, his voice quite husky while his hands pushed my hair behind my shoulders, his finger shortly after finding their way to the first closed button of my shirt.

"And you're not?" I said pulling my brows up at his words, my finger sliding deeper down the hem of his sweatpants making him push his hips up, shifting uncomfortable in his chair.

I felt him getting hard against me, the bulge without a doubt poking through his pants. He exhaled when I adjusted my seating on him, my toes barely touching the floor. I pushed my hips forward a bit, perfectly fitting on his hardness, pushing at me in all the right places. "Mhhh." He groaned through his teeth as I shifted on him, his head almost falling back with pleasure.

His fingers stroked the first button of my shirt, unbuttoning it slowly before moving on to the next one. Torture. When the next one was unbuttoned which was just not enough to expose my chest, he pushed the shirt open, sliding it down over my shoulder on one side, not hesitating to paste his lips against my collarbone. My fingers wanted more that they were getting at the moment, so I ran them further down his pants, my fingertips brushing against his hard yet soft to the touch tip.

I faintly gasped when I felt him against my fingertips enjoying the moan that he released against my skin. "You drive me insane." He shook his head in the crook of my neck before looking up at me, my fingers still running over his tip. His hands suddenly grabbed my behind, moving my hips on his, having me grind his lap, the rhythm of which completely in his control, his thundercloud colored eyes staring at me.

I leaned in, crashing my lips against his, grinding my hips on him myself and he took it as a sign to let go of my behind to cup my face, his hands traveling to the back of my head, pulling me in a deep kiss. His tongue ran over my lip and when I didn't open my mouth, I felt him pull my bottom lip between his teeth while his hand pulled me closer to his chest, leaving no space between us.

His hands left my face, his fingertips traveling down between my breasts, over his shirt to my thighs. His touch was exhilarating every one of my senses, butterflies erupting in my stomach. I opened my mouth to greet his tongue, gasping at his lips when I felt his fingers slip inside my panties, not hesitate to feel how wet I was. "I fucking love how you're always so ready for me." He smiled against my lips as soon as he felt the moisture between my legs. "So fuckable."