Elisa handed the baby off to Brysen and sat down next to me again, hugging me to her side. “Is that why you’ve been so distracted lately? You’re suffering from unrequited love?”
“I think so,” I sighed. “There have been moments when I would have sworn the connection went both ways, but I think it’s time for me accept the fact that he would have done or said something if he was even remotely interested in me.”
“Unless he’s been biding his time until you aren’t his student anymore,” Brysen grumbled.
“You mean like you did when you pretended you didn’t want to buy our house so I’d be forced to show you a dozen homes you had no interest in buying?” Elisa teased.
Brysen pointed between himself and my sister. “Our situation”—then his finger turned in my direction—“is entirely different from some professor perving on your baby sister.”
“Ignore that part and focus on the first part of what my caveman hubby had to say because as he once told me, he’s a man so he understands how guys think. Which means it’s entirely possible that your professor really is interested.”
“Well, he did tell me he wanted to see me after the exam tomorrow.”
Elisa jabbed a finger into my side. “See, maybe Professor Hottie has been keeping his hands, eyes, and voice from you all semester long because he didn’t trust himself around you. Now that your class is over, he could be ready to make his move.”
“I don’t know,” I murmured, finding it hard to believe it was remotely possible. Not after the way he’d ignored me for months. “If he was waiting because of the college’s fraternization rule then why would he act now?”
“Because you won’t be an undergrad student there after this week,” Elisa answered.
If only it were that simple. “But he doesn’t know I’m graduating early. And, what happens if I choose to stay here for school? We’d have the same problem.”
“You’ll have months before the rule will be an issue again,” she reminded me. “And that’s only if you decide not to go to Berkley. Who knows what will happen in those months? It might not even be an issue by then.”
My conviction to move past my feelings for Gabe flew out the window. How the heck was I supposed to pass any of my exams when the only thing I was going to be able to think about between now and tomorrow afternoon was whether or not Brysen and Elisa were right?
***
Gabe’s class was my favorite, and not just because he was the professor. The exam should have been a breeze because I’d been obsessed with American literature for years. I knew the material inside and out, but I couldn’t for the life of me focus on a single question. I’d barely slept in the last twenty-four hours. All I could do was obsess about what was going to happen when I met Gabe in his office after class. I didn’t crack open a single book as I counted down the hours until his class began. A decision I might come to regret, once I received my grade for my senior seminar since I had no idea if I was coherent during my presentation this morning or not.
I might not fare any better on Gabe’s test either. It felt like I’d been sitting here forever, but I was only halfway through the questions. I glanced up to check the clock and blushed when I found Gabe’s gaze on me. He was blatant in his perusal, his hazel eyes locked on my legs. I uncrossed them and a surge of power rushed through my veins as I watched his eyes heat. Then he lifted his gaze to my face and shook his head, gesturing to the test packet on my desk and circling his finger in a you better get moving gesture. So with damp panties and a brain that was exclusively focused on whatever he wanted to talk to me about in his office, instead of on my answers, I finished the exam and hoped I managed to pass.
When I handed him my packet, he slipped something into my palm. “Wait for me in my office.”
His voice was a low murmur, sending shivers down my spine. Glancing down, I found a key in my hand. I gave him a slight nod and hurried from the classroom, stunned by this turn of events. It was starting to look like Elisa and Brysen were right. Why else would Gabe give me the key to his office?
Lucky for me, I didn’t have long to wait to find out. I’d only been waiting for about ten minutes before Gabe stormed into his office, shut the door, and locked it. He dropped his bag to the floor, and pulled me from the chair where I’d been sitting to lift me onto my toes, our chests pressed against each other. I gasped in surprise and he took advantage of the moment to claim my mouth, his tongue sweeping inside to tangle with mine. By the time he lifted his head, my legs were jelly and he was the only thing holding me up.
“Four months,” he growled. “Sixteen weeks of torture, I didn’t know if I could survive with you in my class. But I made it through and I’m not going to do it again. The school is just going to have to be satisfied with the fact that you’re not my student. I don’t give a damn about their fraternization rule.”
They had been right! Gabe had been biding his time and finally cracked now that I’d taken his final. He wanted me enough to throw caution to the wind and risk his job to have me. It was beyond romantic, and unnecessary, for now, since there was one little fact of which he wasn’t aware. “I’m graduating early.”
Chapter 4
Gabe
Her statement set off every nerve in my body. Fireworks exploded, burning until I was so consumed with need, I nearly lost my control, completely.
She was graduating early. I had the freedom to kiss her, to fuck her, to make her mine. I fused our lips together once again, our tongues tangling. Tilting my head, I took the kiss even deeper as one hand left her waist to grasp her ass, lifting her higher and wrapping a leg around my waist. Her other leg followed suit without any urging. She’d worn a skirt to class, something I was immensely grateful for at that moment. Her pussy was pulsing with heat. I could feel it through my slacks where my cock was lined up in the perfect position.
I needed more. I needed to feel her pressing into me, her warmth enveloping my painfully hard erection. I turned towards the door and slammed her up against it, my cock tight against her pussy. I wanted to bury myself inside her more than anything, but somewhere in my brain was a thread of logic, reminding me of meetings I had to attend and papers I had to grade.
“Fuck, Charlotte. I’ve wanted you for so long. I want to feel you coming all over my cock, but we haven’t got the time right now. So I’ll settle for you coming on my tongue,” I mumbled as I placed hot, wet, open-mouthed kisses down the column of her neck. She whimpered and her back arched, thrusting her chest up. She’d removed her sweater during class and I could see her nipples beaded and hard under her thin camisole. They were impossible to resist, so I didn’t even try. I licked her right bud through the silky fabric before sucking it into my mouth. She cried out and pushed her chest further into my face. I nibbled and sucked on it before moving to the left one, wishing they were naked in my mouth. Charlotte was gripping my biceps and rocking into me, my dick straining to reach the pulsing heat of her pussy. I needed to stop, before I reached the point where I wouldn’t be able to. Which I was really fucking close to.
My hands had been firmly on her ass, but I removed one to snap the bands of what felt like a G-string, so the fabric would drop to the floor. I slid my palm along her outer thigh until it reached her knee. Urging her to unhook her leg, I draped it over my arm and did the same with the other. I held her up with my arms beneath her knees, my hands coming over to part her thighs. Then I used the wall as leverage to push her up and put her legs over my shoulders, putting her dripping pussy at just the right height. She squeaked in surprise but it turned into a moan when I licked her from bottom to top.
“Hold on, sweetheart,” I commanded, and she grabbed onto my head to balance herself. “I’m going to eat this drenched pussy until I’ve had my fill. These walls aren’t soundproof, so as much as I’m dying to hear you scream out my name, you need to keep quiet. Got it?” I licked her again and she cried out. I turned my head and bit her thigh lightly. “I’ll stop if you don’t keep quiet.”
I looked up to see her press her lips together and nod her head.
I began to devour her pussy. It tasted fucking amazing. Her sweetness exploded on my tongue. Her thighs started to quake and the muffled sounds contained behind her closed lips hinted that she was almost there. “Are you ready, sweetheart?” I asked, my voice muffled with my face still deep in her heat. “I’ve got you. But, hold on tight and stay silent.”
I didn’t wait for her answer. I shoved my tongue inside her and slid it up to her clit, sucking it into my mouth with deep pulls. One more thrust of my tongue before I returned to her clit, and she went off like a fucking rocket. Her head banged back against the wall, her body shook with tremors, and her grip on my head was almost painful. I licked her through the shaking, then unwound my arms, cupping her ass and sliding her back down to a safe height where I could let her legs fall to the ground.
She would have stumbled a little if I hadn’t had a hold of her waist. The look of her face...fuck. It was flushed, her eyes glazed over, but looking so satisfied. I was determined not to wait long before seeing that expression again, this time while I was balls deep inside her.
I kissed her swollen lips softly and stepped back, testing her ability to stay standing. She didn’t wobble so I let her go and grabbed her sweater from where she’d flung it across a chair. “Here, sweetheart. Put this back on.” I started to help her but she pushed my hands away.
“I’m too hot.”
“Charlotte, I’m the only man who is ever going to get to see those pretty, pink nipples again,” I said firmly.
She rolled her eyes, “I wasn’t planning on walking out naked, Prof—.”
“Gabe,” I corrected her, needing to hear my name on her lips while I could still taste her on my own.
“Gabe,” she dutifully repeated.
I looked down at her top pointedly. The wet spots around her nipples had made the camisole and sheer fabric of her bra see-through.
Her little rosebud lips formed a silent O and she snatched the sweater from my hand, allowing me to help her put it on this time. As she covered up the slightly opaque top, I narrowed my eyes at her. “I don’t want you wearing something so revealing. This sexy body is for my eyes only.”
She opened her mouth, presumably to argue with me, but I shut her up with my mouth over hers. When she’d melted into my arms, I ended the kiss but still held her close, whispering in her ear, “No more practically see-through tops. And, while we are on the subject, no more skirts that barely cover your ass.” I emphasized my words by slipping my hands under her hem and squeezing her bare cheeks.
Her eyes opened dazedly, and I watched her without speaking, waiting. She nodded, “Good girl.” I quickly kissed her again and set her away from me, on the precipice of saying fuck it to my responsibilities and spending my day in bed with Charlotte.
It wasn’t possible, but it was so damn tempting. I glanced at my watch and growled in frustration. Walking around my desk, I grabbed a scrap of paper. Scribbling my address down, I thrust it at her. “I’ve got another class and two faculty meetings. I’ll make sure my doorman knows to expect you at seven.”
She stared at me for a moment, seemingly contemplating something. I raised a single eyebrow in question, silently daring her to say no. This was not a request. She was going to be at my home tonight even if I had to drag her there.
“Fine,” she huffed. “I’ll meet you there.”
Damn straight she would.
Chapter 5
Charlotte
I couldn’t believe I was here, standing outside Gabe Aldric’s door. My hunky American Literature professor who also happened to be the only guy who’d ever made it to third base with me—and in a way I never imagined was possible. I’d read scenes like that before, where the hero hoisted the heroine over his shoulders and held her up while he made her come. I’d always thought the author was full of crap when they included that kind of sexytimes because there was no way a guy could actually do that. But Gabe had certainly proved me wrong earlier. I would have said I had the wet panties to prove it, but I’d left them on his office floor.
They were a brand new pair, too, since I’d decided I wanted to feel sexy, just in case my sister was right and my meeting with him turned into something other than academic. It was a good thing I had, because the moment might have been lost if I’d been wearing my usual plain, cotton panties. The sexy G-string was worth the sacrifice, though. So was the pair I’d put on tonight. It was a good thing I’d grabbed a few pairs when I went shopping on Sunday.
I blushed a little as I thought about the other pieces of lingerie I’d bought while I was at the mall. I’d never really had a need for more than basic bras and underwear before. Now that I knew Gabe was going to see me without my clothes, that all changed. Breathing deeply, I straightened my spine and knocked on the door. It only took about a minute before it swung open and I was staring at Gabe.
“How did you make it past the doorman? He was supposed to call me when you were on your way up.” He looked adorably flustered, with his hair mussed and his glasses perched on his nose.
“Funny story,” I answered, laughing lightly while he ushered me into his penthouse apartment. “I actually live in your building. My brother-in-law bought me a place as a graduation present, and I moved in this past weekend.”
“Nice gift,” he murmured, sounding a little put out.
“That’s what you get when your big sister marries a former football star who’s made some excellent investment decisions.” I didn’t protest when he took my purse off my shoulder and dropped it onto a table in the foyer. “Brysen decided to take his new role as big brother very seriously. It’s been killing him that I was living in the dorm. He didn’t think it was the best place for me. So he used my graduation to his advantage and moved me into a building he thought was safe.”
“I guess I can’t complain too much since it will make things more convenient for me with you living in my building.”
“It sounds like you plan on me being around a lot.” I didn’t disguise the hope in my voice as I followed him into the kitchen, surprised to find several pots and pans on the stove. “You’re making me dinner?”
He lifted a couple lids, stirring the contents of the biggest pot, and then turned back to me. “Yes, I’m cooking for you.” He prowled my way, sliding a hand around my waist and tugging me towards him as soon as he got close enough. “And you’d might as well make yourself comfortable because you’ll definitely be around a lot. I waited sixteen weeks to get you where I wanted you, and now that I have, I’m not willing to let you go.”
He was telling me exactly what I wanted to hear, what any woman would yearn for him to say. I should be thrilled, not scared that he’d change his mind once he was more familiar with me.
“But we barely know each other.” My protest was a whisper of air against his lips.
“I know you,” he growled, claiming my mouth in a brief but brutal kiss before he lifted me up onto the granite countertop. “I’ve felt your pussy contract against my tongue while your sweetness covered my face.”
“Is that all it takes for you to want to keep a woman around?”
He cupped my face in his hands, staring straight into my eyes for a moment before he responded. “You’re not just any woman. You’re Charlotte, the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen and an eternal optimist who sees the world through rose-colored glasses.” He kissed me softly this time, licking at the seam of my lips until I opened them and allowed his tongue inside. “Your idealism shined through in each of your papers. It didn’t matter what you were writing about, you always managed to find the positive in a story. Don’t try to tell me I don’t know you, Charlotte. I’ve known who you are underneath the pretty packaging since the first week of my class when you waxed poetically about how Steinbeck left us with an image of hope at the end of The Grapes of Wrath.”
“I don’t know why so many of my fellow students failed to see that the story really is about s
econd chances and the innate kindness that lies within all people.” I frowned, thinking about the discussion in class that day and how my heart had beat wildly as I waited and hoped that Gabe would support my position. “Or why you didn’t speak up for me if you were impressed by my argument.”
His palms slid along my legs, pushing my skirt up until his thumbs rested at the juncture of my thighs. I squirmed in his hold, my panties dampening from the feel of his hands against my skin. “I’m sorry I was such an ass all semester, sweetheart. My only defense is that I was fighting the chemistry between us. Ignoring you was the only way I could stop myself from taking you while you were my student.”
“It hurt,” I admitted softly. “Thinking this was one-sided.”
“Let me show you how much I want you,” he whispered in my ear while he lowered me onto my back. “How sorry I am for ever making you doubt yourself.”
The granite countertop was cold, but I didn’t feel the chill of it because his mouth was already over my panties. Hot air puffed through the damp material and I moaned, spreading my legs wider to give him better access.
“I think I should start every meal with my dessert first.” His breath was hot against my inner thigh as he yanked my panties to the side. “I could eat this little pussy morning, noon and night.”
His thumbs spread my pussy lips, and I felt the cool air of the room against my heated flesh for the barest of seconds before his tongue was on me. He gently licked my clit with just the tip of his tongue, then moved downwards to dip inside me before sliding back up again. In his office, it felt like he was devouring me, but this was more like he was worshipping my pussy. It was a slow, torturous buildup, his mouth moving up and down my inner thighs each time I got close, slightly nipping on me here and there. His hands rubbed along my thighs the entire time, making me feel like he couldn’t stand not touching me.
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