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closed in her wake, she simply tilted her head to the
side to watch him.
    His thin lips
twitched irritably as finally he spoke. “You took your time in
coming here.”
    “I had not
finished my breakfast, headmaster,” she said calmly. “You gave me
no reason to hurry myself, after all. Do you want something?”
    His eyes almost imperceptibly widened in response to her cool
words. “You know what I want!”
    “I am afraid I
do not, sir, so if you will not tell me, I shall not linger here if
it is all the same to you. I have lessons to prepare -”
    “And a lover
whom you seem determined to infuriate! I saw you, Amelia,” the
headmaster ground out through gritted teeth. “I know you put on
that salacious show for my benefit alone, and I know too you
understand precisely what effect it had upon me. Unfortunately for
the sake of my sanity, though, it seems that I am unable to gain
satisfaction by my own hand, not now I know how sweet my cock feels
buried inside you. All morning, vixen, I have had a cock stand that
will not subside, and there is only one cure!”
    Amelia’s head
rolled to the side as he leapt to his feet and began to pace back
and forth. His mingled fury and lust inflamed the small office,
making it impossible for her to keep her gaze away from the shape
of his hard cock straining against his trousers – and Cooper
clearly saw the direction of her wide-eyed stare. With a harsh
groan, he rested the palms of his hands against his desk as their
eyes locked once more.
    “Need you ask
again what I want, my dear, or do you now understand?!”
    This gentle,
teasing defiance was thrilling them both. Secure in that glorious
realisation, she allowed her shoulders to rise and fall as she
leaned back against the wall. “Actually, Mr. Cooper, I would rather
like to hear what it is you want.”
    “Then hear this, my dear Miss Montague. I want an encore – and
I want it now .
Clothes off, all of them!” he barked, and a feverish thrill of
anticipation shot through her aching body. Though she might try to
deny it, this was precisely what she had hoped for ever since she
had performed the veiled striptease in the light of the sunrise.
She revelled in his dominance of her, and to have the power to
drive him to such reckless heights of arousal was all she could
ever need.
    Amelia looked
directly into his burning eyes as her fingers hovered over the top
button of her blouse. “You know that I am powerless to deny you,
sir. Enjoy the show.”
    He ran one hand
through his hair in agitation, already breathing heavily even
before she flicked the button open and slipped her hand inside her
corset, pinching her taut nipples between her thumb and forefinger
in turn as she reached up with her free hand to continue undoing
the buttons one by one. She wanted to make him suffer a little
longer, but in truth she now found herself as much of a slave to
the lust between them as he was. Desperate for the inevitable
conclusion of this latest tryst, she rolled her shoulders to free
herself of the blouse’s constraints as the last button fell
open.
    There would a
time to hold back and slowly revel in all that was growing between
them, but this was not it. Her hands trembling wildly, Amelia
reluctantly let loose her teasing hold on her own breasts and
kicked off her polished shoes before loosening her skirt and
letting it fall to the floor. The headmaster closed the distance
between them with a hungry, lustful groan, but she smiled as she
shook her head and lifted one stockinged foot to rest against his
desk.
    Though his face
contorted, he held himself back as she unhooked both stockings then
rolled them down her slender thighs one by one. Her garter belt
soon followed in their wake, and as her breath hitched she tore
away her corset and bloomers to leave her standing in his office
entirely naked. “James,” she whispered, her low voice laden with
lust as she drew the back of her hand across her breasts with a
quaking sigh. “James,