Caroline's Choice

Chapter 1-2

Caroline gazed into Victor’s beautiful brown eyes. More desire than she had ever had directed at her before set them ablaze. She found herself susceptible to that l**t, that longing. If I’m honest, I have to admit I’ve never been completely immune to it. Plus, his first kiss was absolutely delicious. “No, don’t stop.”

This time he moved with deliberation. His arms encircled her slim waist as his mouth came down on hers.

She closed her eyes, enjoying the warmth of his embrace and his sexy, spicy, masculine scent. Even though his mouth claimed hers with intense pressure, he had the softest, most beautifully shaped lips she had ever kissed; the upper one a perfect Cupid’s bow, the lower almost too full. He has a mouth fit for a god.

The sudden, f*******n passion between them overwhelmed her, not least of all because she had just come from a doomed affair with another man. You really are hopeless. Helpless too, she realized. Done in by the sweetness of his kiss. His tongue touched her lips, and she opened, tasting the mint of his toothpaste as desire washed over her.

When the endless moment passed, he didn’t release her but continued to hold her against his chest. He leaned close to her ear and murmured, “I can’t undo the pain you’ve experienced today. I can’t recover those years for you. But I’ll do whatever else you want. Anything.”

“Anything is a big promise, Victor.” She pulled back, admiring the chocolate pools of his eyes. I could happily drown in them.

“I mean it,” he insisted.

“And if I asked you…” she swallowed hard. “And if I asked you to give me a baby?”

Victor froze, staring thunderstruck into her face for an endless moment. Then he captured her hand in his and guided it down to the front of his jeans. “Feel these?” he murmured, gently wrapping her fingers around his testicles

She swallowed again and nodded, drawing a shaky breath through her nose.

“I’m really fertile. There’s a ton of sperm in there. If I thought you would let me, I would put all of it inside you. You could walk out of here pregnant, today.” He guided her hand higher, to his painfully swollen erection. “Feel me there? I’m ready to give you what you want right now.”

Unable to take in the full scope of his offer, she turned to the details. “How do you know you’re fertile?”

“I’ve donated sperm before. They told me.” His tawny cheeks darkened, but he spoke calmly.

“Oh… why?”

He quirked his eyebrow and gave her a wry grin. “I’m shy, Caroline. I wasn’t sure I would ever have the opportunity to be a father otherwise.”

“Shy, Victor? You don’t seem shy to me. You put my hand on your p***s and then claim to be timid?”

One corner of his mouth lifted into a wry half-smile. “With you, I’m not. You know me too well. I trust you.”

He trusts me. All the reasons why this conversation should end floated away, destroyed by the hot look on his face and the pleasure of his kiss. She couldn’t imagine being so deeply, passionately desired. An inferno of l**t sizzled through her. His hand slid to her thigh and her control snapped. I have to have what this man is offering me… right now! Caroline disengaged her hand from his groin, planted her hands on his shoulders and swung her leg over so she knelt straddling his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck and laid her lips on his.

Their mouths met with punishing force, each one determined to show the other something… nameless, wordless, but real.

I can hardly believe this happening. This is reckless, her harried conscience shrieked. Here I am, in my own office, with a former student from my own classes, making out like a teenager. The very inappropriateness of the situation jangled her overwrought nerves terribly. But for sheer fantasy-fueling naughtiness, one could scarcely imagine a more arousing scenario.

And now, his warm hands slid over the front of her dress, caressing her belly and fondling her breasts tenderly, his fingertips lingering on her sensitive n*****s.

Too much fabric muffled the pleasure of his touch, so she unhooked and wriggled out of her b*a. Sliding it out from under her dress, she dropped it carelessly behind her.

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Victor pulled back and stared at the bewitching sight of taut peaks pressing against her bodice. He made an inarticulate sound and leaned forward to taste one, then the other, right through the fabric.

Caroline tilted her head back, giving him greater freedom.

He took it, lifting, shaping and molding her breasts. How lovely they are, neither large nor small but beautifully round and upright. I want to savor them for hours…

Footsteps resounded in the hallway as they approached… and passed without pausing.

Reality attempted to break through the drugging embrace. Not here. This is a terrible place. We should go…somewhere; my apartment, her house, a hotel, the backseat of a car, anywhere. He tried to force himself to stop touching her so he could make the offer of better privacy, but her hands lifted to the buttons that fastened the front of her dress, opening them and letting the fabric gape, teasing him with a peek at her pretty skin.

His intentions disappeared in a tidal wave of arousal. One more button and I’ll be able to open her dress and see her.

She released it.

Victor peeled back the fabric to look at her breasts: pale, pale skin, soft as silk, with delicate, rosy n*****s hardened to points.

“Victor,” she spoke his name softly. Brown eyes met hazel. Her tiny hand curved around one globe and lifted it. “Put that beautiful mouth on me.”

It was an invitation he didn’t even want to consider resisting. Leaning forward, he kissed the straining tip before opening his mouth on it, sucking gently to pull it in.