“This is true, sweetness. But don’t be fooled. Those were for selfish reasons too. He had to launder most of the money he earned from his deals and no one ever expected a school. My father was a wise man and knew how to turn blood money clean through investments. I’ve tried getting rid of it for the past decade and it keeps fucking multiplying.”
“Is that where all those pictures were taken?” I point to the ones I saw when he first led me through his door.
He nods. “I’ve established schools in Africa, clean water plants in South America and donated to every charity working to improve living conditions in every country and village my father’s dealings have caused upheaval. It can’t erase it, but maybe it can help the people in some way. Honestly, I can’t give the money away fast enough. It seems the more I give the more keeps coming back to me.”
I wipe a tear that fell unexpectedly.
“Why are you crying, sweetness? I am sorry. I didn’t mean to make you sad.”
I smile. “Oh my sweet professor. You are a man with a heart of gold, Gideon Blackthorne, and don’t you ever think anything else, that’s an order.”
“If you say so. Right now, I feel like a depraved pervert for wanting you and not giving a shit who it might offend or bother.”
“You know, it makes sense now. Our first night I thought maybe you didn’t want to really touch me or thought I was dirty, given I had no idea you knew who I was. You did buy me, after all.”
“Like I said… I’m a bastard for taking you the way I did. But what makes sense to you now?”
“Why you never roll your sleeves up. Why you jerked away from me when I touched your arm that day in your class when my mom called, and why you left your clothes on when you first took me in your private suite.”
Gideon gently sits me to the side with a kiss to my forehead and moves to the bar for another finger’s worth of whiskey.
I follow close behind and place my fingers on the first button. My face reddens because I know he can refuse me at any second and just might given his history. “May I see you? I promise to be gentle.”
He thumbs my cheek, and the fire I see in his eyes has me wet and soaking my panties through. “God, you fucking kill me with those eyes, woman. What is it about you that has me willing to slay dragons and spill blood in your honor and defense?”
I blush even deeper at the meaning of his words. He is openly admitting I am the definition of his weakness.
Spoiler alert, he’s mine too.
He wraps his fingers around mine and lowers my hands away from his shirt. I think he’s going to refuse me, but I’m surprised by what he says next.
“Allow me.”
With each button he slowly reveals a piece of him I’ve craved to see, taste, touch forever, and I’m not imagining the heat behind those dark, fiery eyes the lower he gets.
I take a big shaky breath and shove aside any thought or idea of wrongness that should keep us apart. “Now allow me.” With the buttons undone and the sides of his shirt hanging open, I step close and run my hands under the lapels and peel away the sides as I’ve imagined doing for forever.
As the shirt drops into his open hands, my bottom lip falls open at the glorious sight of the man I love. And that’s when I realize the power behind those words.
I slowly run my hands over tanned, deeply corded tattooed muscles and my mouth waters to lick each dark line. “Gideon Blackthorne, you are a beautiful man,” I whisper in awe, taking him in for the first time.
“The tattoos?”
“Are to cover the burns I suffered trying to pull my mother from the fire,” he confirms my suspicions in a husky voice, and my heart breaks for the man trying so hard to do right by so many.
Tears well and fall down my cheeks. “I am so sorry.” But my words sound so light compared to the pain he had to have suffered.
His strong arms wrap around me in comfort of the pain he suffered, and it doesn’t seem fair. I rise to the tips of my toes and press my lips to his ear. “I love you.”
When I pull back, the gravity of my words reflect in his eyes. “I don’t know if you know this or not, but I’ve loved you since the day you walked through the classroom door replacing Dr. Cobbs. I just didn’t recognize the connection my heart wanted to make to yours with that one simple look you slid my way. Or maybe it was that first smile that swept me off my feet. But I know for sure on the day you comforted me about my virginity. You were so tender and kind to me.”
He leans in and kisses my forehead. “You were an angel in need and now you’re my angel to care for and protect. “And the first time I saw you. Fuck me,” he growls. “My cock throbs at the memory of you in that tight jean skirt and red shirt. Honest to God, I had no idea plaid could look so sexy until I saw you sitting there like a personal invitation for me to sin with.”
“You liked that country look, huh,” I tease. “Wait ‘till you see me in my mandatory red polka dotted bikini this summer.”
“Mandatory, huh?”
“Yes, Professor.” I work up my best Elly May voice. “Every good Southern girl has one.” I wink, enjoying seeing his eyes light up.
I laugh softly.
He takes my chin between his fingers. “I have a small confession of my own. I only took on Dr. Cobb’s class because of you. I saw you walking the halls with your head down and the troubles of the world in your eyes. Then I sat in on Dr. Cobb’s class and watched your brilliance come to life as you talked about, I think it was phobias. I’m not too sure. I was distracted. I couldn’t look away from the way your hair bounced when you spoke and that tiny Southern lilt coloring to your words. Sexy as fuck. The next day I encourage Dr. Cobbs to take early retirement and promised him his full pension plus thirty percent if he did.”
“You did what? You’re such a dirty perv.”
“What can I say, I like to help people. Speaking of, you must be hungry. Let me feed you and then I’ll bathe that beautiful body. After I tend to your current needs, I’ll be making a few calls and fixing your botched scholarship. There’s no way you only earned a partial and the board is going to hear about it.”
He’s leading me through his home when I tug on his hand and pull him to a stop.
“Gideon, I do not expect anything from you. You know that, right? That is not what anything we share is about.”
“You can’t just expect me to stand by and not help you.” His brows pinch into a line of stubbornness, and I know this is going to come down to a battle of wills. Well, he’s about to find out just how stubborn a Georgia girl is.
“And you can’t expect me to want a handout.” I pull out of his light touch before I fall for all the promises his words offer. Money is not what I want from him, and I won’t risk him thinking that in the slightest.
He swings me around and pins me to the wall with his arms locked on either side of my head. It’s hard to stop thinking about them wrapped around me, holding me close as he takes my body on a wild pleasure ride again. But I manage.
“Anything I do for you is from the heart, Rosalee. I want to help you so you can help others. Think of it as paying it forward and me getting a little of the black on my soul cleansed.”
“I truly do want to help so many. When I am back home and we visit my father’s doctor, I see so many others suffering from depression and I know there’s a way to help them see the happy parts of life again. To come out of this kind of fog that has wrapped itself around them and enjoy their family.”
He pushes off the wall and I watch him take the gold ring off his right hand. “My grandfather changed our family name when he left Russia and brought my grandmother here. I grew up hearing about his country and all kinds of stories. Stories of his parents and on down the line. When I lost my family, though it was broken, I felt lost and yes, depressed.”
He brushes the tip of his finger under my chin. “Much like the tattoo you have, I got this to remind me of what I one day want to have and remind me of what is important in life.”
“Sem’ya. It’s Russian for family.”
I couldn’t feel more fiercely about this. “That’s what I want too,” I say and mean with all my heart.
He brushes his lips over mine. “You’re going to make a great mother and doctor someday. I don’t care if you like it or not, I’m going to help you. Rosa. It’s only fair. You’ve helped others, cared for your family, now let someone take care of you. I’m that someone. I’m stepping in and taking care of everything from here on out.”
“And what about what I want?” I know my parents and trying to explain a large sum of money out of nowhere is going to be tricky.
“I’ll tie you to my bed and lick you into submission if that’s what it takes. Don’t push me on this. I have the means to care for you. So deal with it because it’s happening.”
Well, I showed him, didn’t I. I sigh and take his extended hand. There’s a look in his eye that tells me I’m more to him than just someone he can help. I mean something to him on a deep, personal level.
“Please, Rosa.”
Damn it. Why did he have to put it that way? I step into his outstretched arms.
“You’ve brought a light into my life, now let me return the favor though so small in comparison.”
“As long as you know, what makes you the man of my dreams is your kind soul and the size of your—”
A playful smile tugs at his lips pulling me up short. “What?”
“The size of my dick, right?” He grips my ass with both hands and I’m back against the wall, legs wrapped around his waist and the ridge of his cock pressed against my dripping wet pussy lips.
“Gideon!”
He roars with laughter when my mouth drops open, and I slap at his beautiful, bare chest but it does no good “I’m teasing, but the blush on your face tells me all the truth. You’re as dirty-minded as I am!”
“You’ll pay for that, Gideon Blackthorne.”
“I thoroughly hope so, Ms. Johnson, and the sooner the better. Now tell show me how wet you are for me.”
He reaches between us and drags a finger through my slick lips, and I moan.
“Apparently you get wet the second I mention my cock.”
“Apparently so,” I agree breathlessly. “What are you going to do to me?”
“I’m going to teach my naughty student a lesson.”
I’m whimpering and moaning at the promise I know he’ll fulfill and the feel of his cock throbbing against my pouty lips. He has my clothes tossed aside in a blink. And finally…finally… I feel his flesh against mine and that’s enough to make me come but I hold on.
I cry out when the head of his cock slips through my girl-cum and slides into my pulsing cunt. Hard, veined and rigid, he drives his full length into me in one needy thrust. I shiver from head to toe and know this is going to hard and fast.
“I want to see your belly round with my child.”
I nod, panting as he starts to glide his shaft through my soaking wet pussy.
He grips my bare cheeks and angles my ass to where he can tunnel his swollen cock deeper.
“Hold onto me and don’t let go.”
I follow his command and ride him as fast as he’s pumping into me. “Gideon, I’m going to come!”
“I can feel you tightening around my cock, baby, I’ve got you. Give me everything. I want all of you.”
My head falls back. “I want all of you. Give me all of you,” I hear myself say as the first burning heat of my orgasm blaze through me, clamping the walls of my channel around him, milking his cock. Every time he withdraws, I suck him right back in with enough force to make him bump against my aching clit.
“This is how fucking hard and needy you’ve had me since the first day I became your professor.” One last thrust and his head drops back. I feel the first jerk of his release spill into me, and I moan, gasping for air as pleasure steals every last thought from my mind.
“How about you take me to bed, Professor, and show me again?”
Chapter Nine
Gideon
The next morning I’m cooking breakfast. Nothing fancy. Toast, jam, fresh orange juice, bacon and eggs. This is the first meal Rosalee is eating in my home—our home if tonight goes off without a hitch—and I want it prepared by my hand. I’ve given the house staff the week off so it’s just the two of us.
Rosalee’s eyebrows knit together as I walk through my bedroom door and set the breakfast tray over her lap. She looks adorable now, but last night she was pure sex kitten as I took her another three times before the sun hit the peaks of the mountains.
“What’s this?”
I lay a hand on her bare shoulder and dip my head for a taste of sleep-warm skin when the covers fall, flashing me a hint of pink nipple. It beads under my attention, and I smile.
“So responsive and beautiful.”
Her sleepy grin widens. “You truly did mean morning, noon and night.”
“I’m a man of my word.” She looks like an angel wrapped in black silk, and it takes a large effort on my part not to strip this suit off and join her in bed, but something else pulls me away so I’ll have to bide my time.
Lips spread, she takes in my clothes as I sit on the side of the bed and hand her the glass of orange juice.
“Drink. You need your strength, and I demanded a lot from you last night.”
She takes the glass. “If memory serves, so did I. Where is your breakfast?”
“I already ate.”
“Oh.”
I take the empty tray when she finishes and move it to the side table. “I’ll be out most of the day, but I want you to make yourself at home while I’m out.”
“Oh, I can’t stay here.” She moves to slip from the bed, and I stop her with a hand on her smooth, bare hip.
“Gideon, I have responsibilities I can’t just drop. I didn’t exactly pack for this, you know. And my parents—”
“—are taken care of as soon as you give me their bank account. I’ll deposit the funds they need and I already spoke with a few specialists concerning your father. But we can talk about that later. And it’s Saturday. No school to worry about.”
Her lips form that straight tight line again and I know I’m about to get the stubborn side of Rosalee. “Well don’t you just have all bases covered?”
I can see she’s ready to balk and looks utterly appalled, but I was dead fucking serious about what I said last night. I mutter a curse at my lack of finesse but push onward. “Don’t fight me on this, Rosalee. There’s no need to struggle when I can help.”
“What does that make me? Paid for twice? Gideon, I told you I want nothing but you. Just you.”
“That makes you my lover among other things and we talked about this last night. Don’t go there. I won’t let you dirty what we have. I’m a package deal. My bed, my heart, my help.”
She crosses her arms over her chest, and I can see that damn wall coming back up between us.
“And what does that mean ‘among other things?’ And what does ‘for now’ mean? Is there an expiration date on this?” She points a finger between us. Confusion knits her brows into a tight line of worry.
I rub the tiny creases scrunching her forehead with my thumb. “You’ll have to trust me. You’ll get your answers and more soon, but for now relax for a change.” I stand. “And one more thing, I want to see you this evening. I’ll have a dress delivered at four and a car sent over to bring you to me at eight sharp.”
“And do I have a say in this?”
“You do but if you refuse, you’ll miss the surprise I have planned.”
Her mouth opens and I claim a kiss, surprising her “No argument. You will allow me to give my treasure a sliver of the same happiness you have given me.”
I don’t hold back and my order comes out like I was put on this earth to command her.
She likes it only she’s doesn’t know why.
Tonight I hope to show her.
I know Rosalee isn’t like any other woman I’ve dated and I’m going to prove to her how much she means to me before she has a chance to change her mind and walk. I’m not going to give her that much time to reconsider after everything she’s learned about me and my past. I’m a bastard, and I guess I have a part of my father in me after all. Only difference, she’s it for me. I won’t need anyone else after her. Where my father could never find his unicorn, I’ve found mine and I’m holding on by any means necessary. I’ve wanted her for so long, and now that I finally have her she’s not getting away. I came in her last night four times and if she’s not already pregnant with my child, she will be before the night is through.
She does a good job of hiding her inner turmoil. Instead of fighting me on this further, Rosalee leans into the pillows at her back, but I don’t take her less-than-relaxed posture for anything other than what it is: her pride warring over her needs.
She presses her lips together and slips the covers from her delicate, delicious body, revealing all those sweet curves I took the time to memorize last night with my tongue.
She pushes to her feet and makes her way to the shower, and I drink in the way her ass sways with a slight bump at each step.
My little minx wants to play.
“Until tonight then, Professor,” she coos over her shoulder, and I make sure she sees the ridge of my hard cock as I stroke it through my pants.
“Rosalee.”
The command in my voice turns her around. Two can play this game.
“You won’t get away because you’re fucking mine.”
Chapter Ten
Rosalee
I’m standing in the middle of Gideon’s private suite, only this time it no longer holds a foreign feeling and the atmosphere has shifted. A boutique owner arrived exactly at four o’clock as Gideon promised with a beautiful white satin dress. The silky softness nearly falls to the floor and clings to every curve on my body. Two strips down the front don’t do much to hide the ampleness of my breasts with the low-cut dip in the front and the high cutout along my right leg and thigh.
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