Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
I smile a bit at him, my cheek still resting against the red rug.
“It’s okay, Professor Moore,” I whisper. “I’m sure things are going to be fine.”
Finally, he pulls out with a long, luscious slide and my lashes flutter at the delicious sensation. The professor leans forward to kiss me again, before gathering me into his strong arms.
“Of course things are going to be fine, honey. I’ll take care of you no matter what happens,” he whispers in my ear. “Of course, nothing will, but just so you know. I will take care of you,” he says fiercely.
With that, I melt against his broad chest because I know Roland’s telling the truth. My professor is gorgeous, handsome, honorable and true, and now, I look forward to a season of sharing love with him.
6
Roland
Aria looks so beautiful seated at my kitchen table, and I smile as I finish frying the pancakes, before stacking them in a fluffy pile onto a ceramic plate.
“Breakfast is served,” I announce before bringing my offering over to the table. She giggles and pushes her blonde hair behind her ears.
“Looks delicious,” she smiles before inhaling with pleasure. “It smells delicious too.”
I seat myself, winking at her.
“Nothing smells as good as you between your legs, sweetheart,” I rasp. “You’re honey and spice down there, and I love being with you.”
She flushes pink.
“Oh my gosh, you’re so dirty, Roland,” she mock scolds. “How can you be talking like that when we’re having breakfast?”
I merely reach over and slide a hand up her thigh until it’s caressing her soft mound beneath the heavy folds of her purple terrycloth robe.
“Easy,” I growl. “This belongs to me. All of you belongs to me, honey, and I plan to take as much as I like. As a result, I can say whatever I want about this delectable body because it belongs to me.”
The words are caveman-like, but it’s true. In the months that Aria and I have been secretly seeing one another, life has been amazing. She sneaks into my office at odd hours, and we always manage to steal a passionate kiss, if not a full-on make-out session. Plus, Aria comes over to my cottage most nights, and we tear up the sheets doing everything and anything that titillates the senses. Like me, my little girl’s mind is always in the gutter, and I’ve tasted every single one of her holes, enjoying them to my heart’s content.
But to be honest, Aria loves it too. She comes long and hard, multiple times each night. I don’t know what she tells her roommate because she hasn’t slept in her dorm room for weeks now, but maybe that’s the norm for college girls who have boyfriends. Maybe they just disappear, without any explanation as to what’s going on.
But still, I’d like to know.
“So how are you explaining your absence to your roommate? What was her name again? Alyssa?”
Aria smiles and pops a bite of pancake into her mouth. She’s pulled the vee of her robe shut so that I’m not distracted, and then pours a generous serving of maple syrup over her stack.
“Elisa,” she corrects me. “I told her I have a boyfriend now. It happens all the time, you know. Once a girl finds a guy, she often spends a lot of time with him. There’s a girl down the hall from us who has never slept in her own bed, if you know what I mean. She’s always with her boyfriend, and I think her mattress doesn’t even have sheets on it.”
I gawk a little.
“Are you serious? Do her parents know?”
Aria shrugs while taking another gooey bite of pancake.
“I have no idea. I’d guess no because why would she tell them? No one really wants to know that their daughter is sleeping in a strange boy’s bed every night.”
I nod thoughtfully before taking another sip of my coffee.
“But you’ve been with me almost every night, honey. That’s not setting off any alarms in your camp?”
Aria shakes her head while reaching for the butter.
“I don’t think so. I mean, I haven’t told my parents, if that’s what you’re asking. Besides, college students are considered adults, so there aren’t any alarms to set off, period. It’s not like I’m flunking my classes. In fact, I’m going to get an A in your American Literature course, right, Professor Moore? You promised me,” she says with a sassy pout.
I chuckle, although therein lies the problem. I shouldn’t be in a relationship with Aria because I have direct control over her grades. This is something we should keep under wraps, given that university faculty would most certainly freak out if they discovered I was in a relationship with a nubile undergrad.
And yet, I can’t give up this relationship either. Aria is so giving, sweet, and exactly what I need. I wouldn’t be able to ignore her, the same way I wouldn’t be able to cut off my own right hand.