Storms and Dreams (Becoming Jane Book 3) by Alexis Adare Read Free Book Online

breasts. He waggled his eyebrows at me mischievously and I shook with laughter, then whispered one word at him. “Villain!”
    He pressed a finger to his lips “Shhh,” then rubbed two fingers to the side, twirling an imaginary mustache.
    “Me, I prefer golf, you know…” the Dean droned.
    “Yes, you’ve mentioned that. Which was your favorite course again? I’ve forgotten,” asked Thomas.
    I frowned at him and mouthed “What are you doing?”
    Thomas held a hand up, in a “wait for it” gesture and winked at me.
    “Oh that’s hard to say really. I played on quite a few courses. I suppose Augusta…” the Dean said, his tone suggesting he was settling in for a lengthy ramble.
    Thomas grinned at me, triumphant, and slowly lowered his face inching closer to my hips by incremental degrees.
    “No! No! No!” I mouthed, shaking my head furiously and clawing air, trying to grab him and keep him from doing what I knew he was just about to do.
    “Oh yes,” he mouthed back at me, nodding slowly before burying his face between my thighs.
    I waited for it, braced for it, yearned for it—the hot lick of his tongue over my center. But it didn’t come; instead, Thomas popped up, his mouth twisted in a wry smile, lifted both of my hands and folded them firmly over my mouth. Then he disappeared again, and this time, thank God, I was gagged. This time, I screamed.
    He licked me open and held me so with his fingertips, his tongue applying firm pressure, slow and steady, a whirlpool of sensation surrounding my clit. Three fingers sunk deep inside me and curled, while his mouth suctioned to my skin, sucking my clit into his mouth. He rolled and massaged it with his tongue. The orgasm hurtled through my body, and I bucked against his hand so hard that he placed his free palm on my stomach to steady me, his fingers pumping in and out, hard and deep. I ripped one hand from my mouth and thrust it into his hair, clenching his face between my thighs as I screamed out my release into my fist.
    “What was that?” Roger’s voice crashed back into my consciousness. “Did you say something, Tom? I think this connection has gone funny.”
    “No, no. Sorry,” Thomas said as he rose. He loomed over me, caging me between his arms, leering at me, then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “That was me, just enjoying an especially, uh, succulent…bite of breakfast. Put a smile on my face. Sorry, go on.”
    “Oh, there is nothing like a good breakfast, I agree. And a nice cup of Arabica coffee. Although, I suppose you prefer tea…”
    I covered my face with my hands, closed my legs and curled into the fetal position on the countertop.
    This is what dying of embarrassment feels like.
    Thomas picked up his phone and crawled onto the counter next to me, pulling me into his chest. He held the phone aloft above us and nodded at it stoically.
    “Uh huh, yes. Absolutely, yes you’re so right. Sorry, Roger, not to interrupt but you said Julie wanted you to call me?”
    “Oh yes, she wants you to come to our holiday party, tomorrow evening.”
    “Oh, that’s lovely but I’m afraid…”
    “Oh no, you can’t say no, Tom. She’ll have my head. I’m already in hot water since I forgot to give you the invitation last month.”
    “Last month?” I mouthed, realizing that any party that sent out the invitations that far in advance was probably a pretty big deal.
    “It’s quite the party, one of the best of the season, Tom. You have to come. We’ve got senators that fly in for this party, you know. Authors and artists, a few dignitaries. Naturally we try to invite some of the Wagner faculty. But there isn’t room for everyone. But Julie was insistent, you must come.”
    Thomas ran a hand over his face and glanced at me, questioning.
    “It’s okay,” I mouthed.
    He frowned at me, and then sighed heavily. “Roger. Do I get a plus one? I’d like to bring a date.”
    What? I gaped at him. What is he doing?
    “Oh, um, I’m not