Chapter 280
**Sara**
Tom's lips curved into that infuriatingly sexy smirk. "No angle at all. Can't a man just want some company while he looks at ridiculously overpriced real estate?"
"With you, there's always an angle." I poked his chest. "You're plotting something."
His hand caught mine, bringing it to his lips. "You wound me, Sara. Here I am, terrified of exploring these massive, potentially haunted mansions all by myself, and you're accusing me of ulterior motives."
I snorted. "Haunted mansions? Really? That's the best you could come up with?"
"I'm serious!" His eyes widened in mock fear. "What if there are ghosts? I need someone to throw at them while I make my escape."
"Oh, so I'm ghost bait now?" I tried to pull my hand away, but he held firm, kissing each fingertip.
"Think about it - you're smaller, more portable. Perfect for tossing at supernatural entities." His teeth grazed my index finger. "Plus, you're so feisty, you'd probably scare them away."
"You're an asshole." But I couldn't help laughing. "And a coward. Some big strong professor you are, planning to sacrifice me to ghosts."
His free hand slid down my back, cupping my ass. "Self-preservation, Sara. Besides, ghosts might find you as irresistible as I do."
I rolled my eyes, trying to squirm away from his grasp. "Oh, so now you're pimping me out to ghosts? Real classy, Professor."
His grip tightened, pulling me flush against him. "Never. You're mine to torment exclusively."
"Lucky me," I drawled, but I couldn't help the smile tugging at my lips. "And what makes you think I'd even agree to go mansion hunting with you?"
"Because," he kissed my shoulder, "I'll let you criticize every gaudy chandelier we see."
"Tempting, but not enough."
His lips moved to my neck. "And mock all the pretentious wine cellars."
"Getting warmer."
"Plus," his teeth grazed my earlobe, "there are so many rooms to christen."
I laughed, pushing at his chest. "You're incorrigible. Is sex all you think about?"
"Only when you're around." His hand squeezed my ass. "It's your fault, really. You're very distracting."
"Oh, so now it's my fault you're a horny bastard?"
"Absolutely." Tom's fingers traced up my spine. "Before you came along, I was a perfect gentleman. Now look at me - can't keep my hands off you."
"I'm sure all those women before me would agree with that assessment."
His eyes narrowed playfully. "What other women? I was practically a monk."
"A monk?" I burst out laughing. "Please. I've seen how women look at you when we're out. Like you're a piece of chocolate cake they want to devour."
"But you're the only one I let taste." He waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
I smacked his chest. "That was terrible. Even for you."
"Made you laugh, though." His expression softened. "How about we go check out those mansions? We can critique the kitchens, mock the pretentious wine cellars, and pick something we both like."
I raised an eyebrow. "We both like?"
"Of course." Tom's fingers traced lazy patterns on my hip. "I want you to be comfortable there. The kitchen needs to meet your coffee standards, the shower needs proper water pressure, and there should be enough bookshelves for our collections."
"You're assuming I'll be spending time there."
"Sara, you practically live in my current apartment already. And don't think I haven't noticed how you've reorganized my kitchen."
"Someone had to. Your spice organization was criminal."
He laughed, pulling me closer. "See? You're already making improvements. Just think what you could do with a whole mansion."
"Hmm." I pretended to consider it. "It would need a proper garden. And a huge bathtub."
"Done and done. Any other requirements?"
"A room just for my shoes?"
"Now you're thinking like a rich girl." His eyes sparkled with amusement.
I propped myself up on my elbow. "That's really sweet, you know. Considering what I'd want in your new place."
"Well, I need someone to protect me from the ghosts, remember?"
"I thought you were being romantic." I rolled my eyes but couldn't help smiling. "Fine, I'll come mansion hunting with you. But only because you're being considerate, not because of your ridiculous ghost stories."
"I'll take it." He kissed my forehead. "I should warn you that some of these places have dungeons."
"Perfect. Somewhere to lock you up when you're being insufferable."
His eyes darkened. "Careful, Ms. Parker. That kind of talk could lead to interesting places."
I arched an eyebrow, smiling playfully. "Oh really? Where exactly are these 'interesting places,' Tom?"
His grin widened, eyes glinting with mischief. "You know exactly where."
"Do I?" I feigned innocence, biting my lower lip as I leaned closer. "Maybe you should show me."
His hand trailed down my body, his fingers brushing lightly over my skin. He moved with deliberate slowness, teasing and tormenting me with every touch. By the time he reached my thigh, I was already squirming with anticipation.
Tom's fingers slid between my legs, parting my folds with ease. His touch was both gentle and commanding as he found my clit, circling it with the perfect amount of pressure.
"Fuck," I breathed out, my head falling back against the pillow. "Tom..."
"That's it," he murmured against my ear, his breath hot on my skin. "Let me hear you."
His fingers moved lower, finding their way inside me. He thrust one finger deep into my pussy, then another, stretching me most deliciously.
I moaned loudly, bucking my hips against his hand. The feeling of him inside me was almost too much to bear.
"Goddamn," I gasped, clutching at his shoulders for support. "Your fingers feel so fucking good."
Tom's lips found mine in a searing kiss that stole my breath away. His tongue delved into my mouth, exploring every inch with a hunger that matched my own.
I kissed him back fiercely, our tongues tangling in a heated dance. The taste of him was intoxicating; the feeling of his fingers fucking me only heightened the sensation.
Each thrust of his fingers sent jolts of pleasure coursing through me, building a fire deep within my core.
Tom's fingers moved expertly, curling inside me, hitting that sweet spot that made my toes curl. I moaned into his mouth, my hips bucking against his hand, desperate for more.
"Fuck, Tom," I gasped, breaking the kiss to catch my breath. "Your fingers... they feel so fucking good."
He smirked, his eyes dark with lust. "You ain't seen nothing yet."
He captured my lips again, his tongue mimicking the movements of his fingers. I could feel the pressure building, the pleasure intensifying. I was so close, so fucking close.
Tom added a third finger, stretching me to the limit. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain that had me seeing stars. I could hear the wet sounds of his fingers fucking me, the slapping of our skin, the ragged breaths escaping my lips.
"Goddamn, Sara," he growled. "Your pussy is so fucking tight. So fucking wet."
I could only moan in response, my body on fire, my mind a blur. His fingers were relentless, driving into me, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
I reached down, grabbing his wrist, feeling the muscles tense and release as he fucked me with his fingers. The sight of his hand between my legs, his fingers disappearing inside me, was the hottest thing I'd ever seen.
"Don't stop," I panted, my voice barely a whisper. "Please, don't fucking stop."
Tom's lips curved into a wicked grin. "Wouldn't dream of it."
He picked up the pace, his fingers moving faster, harder. The pressure was intense, the pleasure almost unbearable. I could feel my orgasm building, my body tensing, my breath hitching.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I chanted, my hips moving in time with his hand. "I'm so close, Tom. So fucking close."
"Come for me, Sara," he whispered. "Let me feel that sweet pussy come all over my fingers."
That was all it took. My orgasm hit me like a freight train, my body convulsing, my pussy clamping down on his fingers. I screamed his name, not giving a fuck who heard. Waves of pleasure washed over me, leaving me breathless and shaking.
Tom slowed his movements, his fingers gently stroking me as I rode out the aftershocks. He kissed my forehead, cheeks, and lips, his touch tender and soothing.
"Fucking hell, Sara," he murmured. "That was fucking incredible."
I could only nod, my body limp, my breath ragged. I felt like I'd just run a marathon, every muscle aching, every nerve ending tingling.
Tom gently withdrew his fingers, leaving me feeling empty and bereft. I whimpered in protest, my hips chasing his touch. He chuckled, pressing a kiss to my stomach.
"Greedy little thing, aren't you?" he teased, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
I glared at him, too exhausted to form a coherent response. He just laughed, rolling off the bed to grab a towel from the bathroom.
I lay there, panting, my body still trembling from the aftermath. I could feel the cool air on my skin, the dampness between my legs, and the muscle ache. It was a delicious feeling, a reminder of the intense pleasure I'd just experienced.
Tom returned, cleaning me up with gentle strokes. The warmth of the towel was soothing, and the tenderness of his touch was unexpected. I watched him, my heart swelling with something I couldn't quite name.
Once he was done, he tossed the towel aside and climbed back into bed, pulling me into his arms. I snuggled against his chest, my body fitting perfectly against his.
"You okay?" he asked, his voice soft.
"More than okay. That was fucking amazing."
He chuckled, his chest rumbling beneath my ear. "Glad you approve."
I tilted my head up, meeting his gaze. "Approve? Tom, that was... fuck, I don't even have words."
His eyes darkened, his hand cupping my cheek. "Good. Because I plan on doing that again. And again. And again."
I grinned, my body already responding to his words. "Promise?"
He leaned down, capturing my lips in a slow, sensual kiss. "Promise."
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