Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
He groaned. “My TA sucks.”
Grabbing my waist, he pulled me back down to the bed and hovered over me. His erection nudged at my leg.
“You’re—”
“Hard.”
“Yes, that.”
“It’s morning, and I just woke up with you naked next to me. My body wants to greet you properly.”
“We don’t have time. It will take you at least thirty minutes to shower and get to class.”
His mouth went to my neck. “I’ll be a little late.”
My eyes widened. “Late? You? Professor Punctuality can’t be late.”
Caine’s hand slid down my body, his thumb finding my clit and beginning to massage. “I can be late. It’s my students and TA who can’t.”
“That’s hypocritical of you,” I said, though I’d already lost my fight to his fingers.
He stopped massaging and flashed a knowing smirk. “You’re right. I should get going.”
I grabbed his wrist. “No way, Professor. Just get the job done quickly.”
Fifteen minutes later, Caine had given us both orgasms and was already out of the shower. I was enjoying the sight of him gathering his clothes while wearing nothing but a towel when my phone rang.
“It’s my sister again. She called this morning and woke us up.”
“Tell her I said thank you.”
I smiled and answered. “Hey.”
“Hey,” she said. “I was beginning to think I might have to send a search party out for you. I haven’t heard from you in so long.”
“Sorry. I’ve been busy—between O’Leary’s, school, and my new TA assignment—time is flying by this semester.”
“How’s the ogre working out?”
“Ogre?”
“The new professor you told me about?”
I’d forgotten that the last time I spoke to Riley was my first day as Caine’s TA. I looked up and caught his eye as he buttoned his shirt. “Turns out he’s not so bad after all.”
Caine’s brows raised.
“Oh good. I’m glad it’s working out,” she said. “You didn’t forget about dinner tonight, did you?”
I had totally forgotten. “How could I forget our monthly dinner?”
I shook my head, letting Caine know I was lying, and he chuckled as he tucked in his dress shirt.
“I work until seven today. I should be there about seven-thirty.”
“Okay.”
“Alright. See you later. I need to jump in the shower so I’m not late to work.” I was just about to hang up when I made a spur-of-the-moment decision. “Wait. Would it be okay if I brought someone?”
“You’re seeing someone and I don’t know about it?”
“It’s new.”
“Of course.” I heard the excitement in her voice. “I can wait to meet him.”
“I’m not sure if he can make it or not. I’ll text you in a bit. Okay?”
“Sure.”
Caine finished dressing and grabbed his phone. He’d called an Uber after he got out of the shower.
“Car’s almost here,” he announced. “I gotta go.”
I was still sitting on the bed, naked on top with a sheet draped around my waist. He walked over and rubbed his knuckles against my nipple as he leaned down to kiss me.
“I’ll pick you up at work at seven.”
“You’ll go with me to my sister’s?”
“I assumed from your conversation you want me to.”
“I do.”
“Then I’ll see you at seven.”
I smiled long after he was gone. He had no idea how much it meant that he’d agreed to come along without any prodding. It felt like we’d broken through to a new place together, and I couldn’t wait to walk on the other side.
Caine
I could get used to that smile greeting me. Rachel waved from the table she was helping when I arrived at O’Leary’s a few minutes early. It had been less than twelve hours since I’d been inside her, and yet I felt my body react to seeing her.
Charlie greeted me at the bar. He shook my hand with a firm grip meant to get my attention. “She’s floatin’ around this place. I take it that’s because of whatever the two of you got going on?”
“If you’re asking if we’re seeing each other, the answer is yes.”
“You ain’t married, are you?” He narrowed his eyes.
“No, I’m not married.”
“You do drugs?”
“No drugs.”
“Got a record?”
I was basically being interrogated by a cop—no reason to share something that happened years ago and no one had access to anymore.
“No record.”
Charlie spread his pointer and middle finger into a V and pointed to his eyes, then to me. “I got my eyes on you.”
Rachel appeared next to me. “Charlie, what are you doing?”
He grabbed a glass from a full crate and started to stack them behind the bar. He’d been in my face, but with Rachel he was kowtowing.
“Just talking with the good professor.”
She squinted. “Just talking, huh? Not interrogating?”
Charlie looked me square in the eye. “We were just talking about the Yankees. Third baseman got injured when he was trying to steal home. Should have stayed at third until he got the all clear from his coach. Right, Professor?”
Rachel rightly looked suspicious.
“Sure, Charlie,” I said.
I wasn’t sure if she believed Charlie’s shit or chose to ignore it. Either way, I was glad she had someone looking out for her.