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The clock on the wall struck one in the morning as Diana lie in bed with her eyes closed. She had come home from the pub hours ago after getting drinks with Sean, but sleep eluded her. Her mind reeled after her confrontation with Professor Clairmont earlier that day.
She felt a twitch between her thighs at the mere thought of him.
The way he’d swaggered into the café as if he owned it should have irritated her, but all she could think about was how seductive he looked perched on the table. It made her wonder if he was always so confident.
Would he have been as smug if she’d had him beneath her as she clenched around him?
She groaned and rubbed her thighs together. This wasn’t helping her sleep at all.
He was only after the book, she reminded herself.
“Was that all?” a voice whispered in the back of her mind.
With a sigh, Diana realized that there may be only one way to settle her nerves.
She really shouldn’t be doing it while thinking about him, but it’s not like anyone was going to find out. It could be her secret.
The first brush of her fingers against the skin of her belly made Diana shiver. Biting her lip, she imagined Matthew Clairmont sitting on the bed next to her, his hand moving down towards the apex of her thighs as his sharp eyes would watch for her every expression. His cool fingers would brush through the curls there and her hand mirrored his as she imagined his smooth voice asking her why she had waited so long to satisfy her needs.
His fingers would trace her opening, just teasing her entrance as he commented on how wet she was. His thumb would part her folds just above her clit, but not touch the little bundle of nerves.
Tell me, Diana, how much did you want me in that café today?
She whimpered as she imagined his thumb finally brushing against her, making her hips jump.
Were you this wet while we were talking?
A finger slipped inside her and Diana clenched around a digit smaller than she’d have liked.
I bet you were thinking about how much you’d have liked for me to fuck you right then and there.
“I-I wasn’t—” Another finger dipped inside her, moving in tandem with its twin.
Oh, but I think you were. You wanted me to take you against the wall, make you scream as I pounded into you.
“N-no—” A finger rubbed at the spot on her front wall, making her writhe.
You couldn’t even stop thinking about me when you were talking to Sean tonight, wondering how I would feel inside you.
Diana felt her womb coiling tighter as Matthew’s voice whispered in her ear.
What if I had showed up while Sean was in the restroom? Would you have let me take you outside in some alleyway as poor Sean wondered where you’d have gotten off to?
She was so close now, hips aching with exertion as she thrust against her fingers.
What if he had come outside, maybe been right around the corner as you tried not to make a sound, the thought of being caught simply making you wetter around me
A whimper escaped her as the first flutters of her climax hit.
Who are you thinking of, Diana? Whose name would you have screamed?
Diana gasped and her hips leapt off the bed as she came with a cry.
“Matthew!”