Chapter 179
**Sara**
The elevator hummed as it climbed, but I barely noticed, too focused on how Tom's hands roamed my body. One slipped under my shirt while the other gripped my hip, pulling me flush against him.
My head fell against the mirror as his lips traced down my neck. "What happened to that distinguished professor everyone respects so much?"
"He's currently occupied." Tom's teeth grazed my pulse point. "Feel free to leave a message."
The elevator dinged again, doors sliding open to his floor. Tom growled in frustration as he had to separate from me long enough to get his key in the lock.
The door hadn't fully closed before his mouth was on mine again, which was more urgent this time. All restraint was gone like he'd been holding back in the elevator.
My back hit the wall as his hands slid under my thighs, lifting me easily. I wrapped my legs around his waist, grinding against him and swallowing his groan.
"What happened to that sweet, innocent student who was so nervous to talk in class?" His teeth grazed my earlobe.
"She's currently occupied." I rocked my hips, making him curse. "Feel free to leave a message."
"Using my own lines against me?" His laugh vibrated through my body. "That's fighting dirty."
"I learned from the best." I tugged his hair, pulling his mouth back to mine. "Now shut up and kiss me properly."
His lips crashed into mine with a force that rippled electricity through my entire body. I tangled my fingers in his hair, deepening the kiss until I was drowning in him. Tom's hands roamed over my body, his touch setting every nerve on fire. I could feel his need, raw and unrestrained, matching my own.
He pressed me harder against the wall, our breaths mingling in heated gasps. "You're driving me crazy, Sara," he murmured against my lips.
"Good," I replied between kisses, "because you're not exactly keeping me sane either."
"Glad we're on the same page." His hands slid under my t-shirt, making me gasp. "Now, about that dessert performance..."
"Still obsessing over the tiramisu?" I teased, pressing close to him and savoring how his breath hitched.
He pulled back just enough to meet my eyes, his own dark with hunger. "Forget the tiramisu. I want to taste you."
"Then what are you waiting for?" I taunted breathlessly.
He captured my lips in a searing, all-consuming kiss filled with unspoken promises. His hands roamed, each touch leaving a fire trail in its wake.
Without breaking the kiss, Tom carried me over to the couch. He settled down with me on his lap, his lips never leaving mine. The kiss deepened, becoming a battle for dominance that neither of us wanted to end.
I broke away just long enough to catch my breath. "You know, once I finish my MBA and land that job, you'll have to go a whole month without sex."
"You're cruel."
"That's the deal." I wiggled in his lap, feeling his hardness against me. "You'll have to survive on your own... with nothing but your hand for company."
He groaned dramatically. "My poor cock will be so sad."
I laughed, running my fingers through his hair. "Think of it as a test of your willpower."
"Around you? Not a chance."
I leaned in close, letting my breath tickle his ear. "Well, you'd better start practicing your self-control now because once I get that job, it's game over for you."
His hands tightened on my hips, pulling me closer. "Or maybe," he whispered against my lips, "you'll come begging for it long before the month ends."
I shivered at the promise in his voice but kept my tone light. "Not likely. I've got more willpower than you think."
"We'll see about that." His mouth captured mine again, hot and demanding.
Our lips locked in a battle, tongues tangling as if neither wanted to back down. I could feel the urgency in his kiss and the way his hands gripped my hips tightly. It was like he couldn't get enough of me, and honestly, I felt the same.
His cock pressed against my pussy through our clothes, a hard reminder of what we both wanted. I rocked my hips slightly, eliciting a low groan from him.
Tom's hands moved up to my breasts, pressing and kneading them over my t-shirt. My nipples hardened instantly under his touch, and he pinched them through the fabric, making me gasp into his mouth.
"Fuck," I whispered when he pulled back for a breath. "You really know how to drive a girl insane."
"Likewise," he muttered before diving back in, his mouth devouring mine with renewed hunger.
His thumbs rolled over my nipples again and again, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core. I could feel myself getting wetter by the second, my panties already dampening with arousal.
"You're going to ruin this shirt," I said breathlessly as he continued to tease my breasts.
"Then take it off," he replied against my lips, his voice dark and commanding.
I didn't need any more encouragement. With one swift motion, I pulled off my t-shirt and tossed it aside. His eyes darkened with desire as he took in the sight of me in just my bra.
"Much better," he growled before capturing one nipple through the lace fabric between his teeth.
"Oh God," I moaned, arching into him as pleasure shot through me.
He bit down lightly before soothing the spot with his tongue, alternating between gentle licks and rough bites that had me writhing in his lap. His free hand slipped under my bra, cupping my other breast and squeezing it roughly.
I ground against him harder, desperate for more friction. "Tom," I gasped between kisses, my breath hitching with every movement. "I need you so badly."
His grip tightened on my hips, holding me in place. "You said you have self-control, remember?" He smirked, the bastard. "Prove it."
I let out a frustrated groan. "We have so much time for that later."
"Then consider this practice." His hands slipped under my bra, teasing my nipples until I was practically panting. "Or else you'll be touching yourself every day of that month, thinking about me," he continued, his breath hot against my ear. "Fingering your pussy, imagining it's my hand, my fingers inside you, driving you wild."
"You wish," I muttered, though my resolve weakened quickly. "Maybe I'll be thinking about tiramisu instead."
He laughed. "Liar."
"Fuck you," I shot back, trying to sound defiant but failing miserably as he pinched my nipple again.
"Gladly," he whispered before capturing my mouth in another searing kiss, his tongue sliding against mine with devastating skill.
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