Andy smiles, like he knows exactly what’s going on inside my head. “Did you have a question about the lecture?” he asks with a raised brow.
Oh fuck, yeah. Hot professor fantasy is live, ladies and gentlemen.
I nod my head. “Yes. I was hoping we could discuss the problems I’m having in your class.” I leave a short pause before I add, “Professor.”
Andy sucks in a breath and a spark of heat ignites between us as he slowly walks toward me.
“And what might those problems be, Mr. Carter?” he asks as he stops in front of the desk I’m occupying.
My gaze travels over my husband’s body as he stands there. In his dark gray slacks, black T-shirt with a science pun on it, and tweed blazer, he is the personification of a hot professor. And he’s all mine.
It’s getting difficult to think clearly through the haze of desire that is clouding my brain, but I persevere. Somebody should give me a fucking prize for the self-restraint I’m displaying.
“It’s a large class,” I say.
Andy smirks but plays along. “Twenty people isn’t that many.”
“I think you’ll find I respond better to a more personal approach,” I say and slide my foot against his. Andy looks down at our connected shoes, my battered sneaker against his proper Oxford, and smiles.
Andy stays in character, though, as he taps his forefinger against his chin. “Have you considered private lessons?”
“I have, but finding a good teacher is so difficult. Would you maybe consider teaching me yourself?”
He pretends to think about it for a second, and at the same time, slides his hand in the pockets of his slacks and cups his cock. My breathing picks up.
“I would,” Andy says. “But I have to warn you. My services are not cheap, and I demand your full attention at all times.”
I worry my lower lip between my teeth and shake my head. “I don’t have much money.”
“I think we can come to a mutually beneficial agreement.” Andy slides his palm over my forearm. “Don’t you think?”
I throw my head back and groan. “Okay. You’re getting way too good at this game.”
Andy’s eyes light up and he whoops. “And that’s. How. It’s. Done!”
He follows each word with very questionable dance moves. I mean, I love my husband, but the first dance in our wedding went viral and not for the right reasons.
“Yes, yes, I got hard before you. Congratulations.”
Andy laughs and sits in my lap.
“Don’t be a sore loser,” he chides as he kisses me, not helping the erection situation one bit.
I slide my palms over his back and down his ass to squeeze. “I think we’re both winners here.”
I rub my hard dick against Andy’s ass, and he closes his eyes and presses our foreheads together.
“We should go home and have sex,” I say.
Andy groans. “You know we can’t. We’re supposed to have dinner with your parents in an hour.”
“You can call them and say that we’re busy doing science. You don’t have to specify what kind. You know they’ll believe you.”
And they definitely will. My parents adore Andy. Have loved him ever since they first met him. In a way, he’s the son they always wanted. My dad has long conversations with Andy about the business. Dad still runs it himself and has finally given up hope that I’ll take over one day. Right now, the plan is to sell it at some point in the future. My mom has long phone conversations with Andy, where they discuss anything and everything, starting with Andy’s research and ending with Mom’s court cases.
Andy laughs and gets up. “Nice try, but we need all the bonus points we can get if we’re going to announce the big move.”
Setting all the jokes aside, I get up as well and take Andy’s hand in mine. “You sure you’re okay with it?” I ask.
Andy has been incredibly supportive about the whole thing but leaving Boston is still going to be hard, and if he’s not okay with it, we’re not going to do it.
“For the hundredth time, yes.” Andy throws his arms around my neck. “Babe, we’ve talked about it. A lot. I’m one hundred percent on board with living in Chicago.” He gives me a quick peck on the lips. Andy pulls away way too quickly for my liking and turns serious. “Law, you got offered the position of head coach for a university hockey team. A great team. Chicago has been on fire recently, and they want you. It’s the next step toward making your dream come true.”
“But you love Boston. You said it felt like coming home when we first moved here.”
Andy nods before I’m even finished talking. “I do love Boston, but the home thing? That’s all you. You’re my home. With you by my side, I’d move to Timbuktu, if I had to.”
“Thank God they don’t have an NHL team,” I joke and Andy laughs.
He turns serious again a moment later. “It’s your dream. I will do anything to make it happen for you. Besides, University of Chicago offered me a great position.” He nods his head once and smirks. “Change will be good. It’ll shake things up. I mean, I might get bored of you otherwise.”
I pull him against me. “Oh you might?”
“Well, we’ve been together for ten years. Let’s face it, we’re an old, married couple. Who knows? Maybe it’s time to exchange you for a younger model?”
“Did I tell you I’ll get a huge raise?” I ask.
“Then again, the old one is good for a few more years,” Andy continues smoothly, and I snort out a laugh.
“What?” Andy asks. “I’m only with you because of your money.”
“Oh good. I’ve always wanted a gold digger of my own, so you’ve made another one of my dreams come true.”
“That is the goal.” Andy presses another kiss to my lips. “And Chicago will also be a dream come true. I’ll rock the University of Chicago with my awesomeness, and you’ll win the Frozen Four and become a college hockey legend and before you know it, the NHL will be scrambling to hire you. Plus, we’ll make some great memories in Chicago in the meantime.”
“Sounds like a plan,” I say, and for the first time, I allow myself to be excited about the move. A head coach. I still can’t quite believe it’s happening, that all my hard work has paid off, and I’m one step closer to the NHL. The years I had to spend working in the minors, maintaining a long-distance relationship with Andy, were akin to torture, but it has all worked out.
How is this my life? It feels like a dream but so much better because, as Andy squeezes my hand in his, I know that it’s real.
“I love you,” Andy says, making the reality fifty times better. I’ll never get tired of hearing those words from him.
“Love you too,” I say with a smile.
We walk down to Andy’s desk, and he throws his bag over his shoulder.
“Now all we have to do is tell your parents,” Andy says.
Our gazes connect, and at the exact same moment, we both say, “Not it.”
Andy laughs. “Take two on the erection game?” he suggests with a snicker. “Loser tells your parents about Chicago.”
I slide my hand behind Andy’s back and squeeze his ass. “You’re on, professor.”
In the end, Andy wins again.
But I get to spend the rest of my life with him, so really, I’m the winner here.
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The End
Acknowledgments
A big thank you to my family for their continued support and for being my biggest cheerleaders.
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I’d also liked to thank Jill Wexler for beta reading, proofreading and encouraging me from the first e-mail we exchanged. And Louisa Keller for editing and fixing all those pesky commas and prepositions.
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And lastly, thank you, LesCourt Author Services. I don’t think I would have gone through with publishing this book without your help.
About the Author
Briar Prescott is a work in progress. She swears too much, doesn’t eat enough leafy
greens and binge watches too much television. It’s okay, though. One of these days she'll get a hang of that adulting thing.
Probably.
Maybe.
She hopes.
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You can contact Briar by email at [email protected]. Seriously, she'd be so happy to hear from you.
You can also visit Briar’s webpage at briarprescott.com.
And, you know, there's always Facebook.
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