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When the class cleared out, Sinclaire saw someone sitting way in the back of the room. His legs were sprawled into the aisle, head resting on his arm. “Hey, you up there, class is over! Wake up and move along.” “But why? I want to hear more about the most famous female pirates in history.” The slender form of Cole Rackam stood up, and Sinclaire’s breath caught in her throat. I always manage to forget how gorgeous he is. “Cole! What are you doing here?” “I wanted to see you. I can’t believe you’re leaving me tomorrow.” Sinclaire blushed coquettishly. “I’m not leaving you, Cole, I’m leaving the country.” “Don’t remind me--a six day cruise from Hawaii to the Pacific Islands sounds pretty nice to me.” “I just want to get out there. I want to see the ship for myself.” Cole came up to her and put his arms around her waist. “I am very jealous of you. I want you all to myself, I don’t want to share you with some old pirate ship.” “I know. I would love to bring you along, especially with your field of study, but with the breach of security I can’t even ask Alphie to bring someone along. They are totally paranoid about hunters now.” “I guess I’ll just have to suffer here alone. My bed is going to be very cold you know.” Sinclaire blushed even more fiercely. “I suppose mine will as well. I’ll miss your...attentions.” Cole laughed, a low throaty sound, then bent his head and kissed her deeply. “Mmm, maybe you need some of my attentions right now.” “Maybe I do,” Sinclaire said, slightly shocked at her own boldness. Cole had certainly brought out the sex kitten in her. He situated himself between her legs, and she could feel his cock growing hard against her. “Cole Rackam, you are incorrigible,” she murmured in his ear, while pulling his ass closer to her with both hands. “I hope so,” he responded with an evil gleam in his eye. He leaned down again, one hand flat against her back, and took the flesh of her neck in his teeth. He bit, gently at first then harder until she squealed. “Am I hurting you?” “Um, yes. But it’s okay. I like it.” She put one hand in his hair and drew him back to her neck where he bit eagerly, sucking gently to avoid a hickey but using his teeth to bring her blood to the surface. When he pulled back, a series of pretty red welts remained. “You taste good, pretty girl,” he whispered in her ear, his breath warming that sensitive place until she shivered. “Where else can I taste you?” “Cole, we’re in public. Shouldn’t we--” He cut her off by slipping a hand up under her skirt. Sinclaire was suddenly very glad she had worn that today. His hands found there way to her wetness, and soon his fingers were sliding inside her. He pulled her so she was perched on the very edge of the table, using him for balance. Dropping to his knees before her, he pushed her legs wide open for access. From under her skirt she heard him say, “Another thong. My God you are hot.” He pulled the tiny scrap of underwear to the side and parted her lips with his hands. “Gorgeous,” he said, his voice hoarse and far away. Sinclaire put her hands on the desk and tossed her head back, focused intently on his breath between her legs.  |
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