Total pages in book: 247
Estimated words: 234281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1171(@200wpm)___ 937(@250wpm)___ 781(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 234281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1171(@200wpm)___ 937(@250wpm)___ 781(@300wpm)
Diana: Why don't I just come now? I want to take care of you.
Matthijs: You can take care of me in every way you want tomorrow.
Diana: Is that a promise?
Matthijs: Depends. Have you ever tried teasing a man before?
Diana: Do I look - act - like I've tried teasing a man before?
Matthijs: *smirk* Not gonna lie, my darling. Virginity's never been a fetish of mine, but you're different. I haven't been able to stop imagining the countless things I'd like to do to your cunt. I wanna fuck it in every way. Fingers. Tongue. Dick.
Diana: I...have...no...words (but in a good, breathless way!)
Matthijs: I know this can be too much. So tell you what. Let's make a deal. You come here to my place tomorrow minus your pretties...that's a yes. You come here with your unmentionables on, that's a no.
Diana: And you'll know without me saying anything?
Matthijs: Fuck yes.
A guttural growl of frustration inadvertently escaped him, and Diana blinked in confusion. "Professor? Are you okay?" She leaned forward some more, and there was no way he could deny it this time, no way to unfucking see the fact...that her tits were completely bare under her dress.
Together
Don't Worry, Baby by The Beach Boys & Lorrie Morgan
DIANA COULD BARELY breathe.
They had been going over her thesis steadily for the past twenty minutes, and while every second of it had been efficiently put to use, a part of her couldn't shake off the feeling that they were playing a game.
But as for what game...
Cunt cat and mouse?
Hide and seek the banana?
Tic-fuck-tac-toe?
"Did you get that?"
Just one short question. Four simple words. And yet, with the professor so painfully close and looking so breathtakingly beautiful in his black turtleneck cashmere sweater and jeans...
"I...umm..."
He might as well be speaking gibberish.
"Could you please just stop staring at me like that?" she blurted out, giving up on any pretense of not feeling hot and bothered by the slow-burning heat in the professor's gaze.
She had been hoping the words would catch him off guard, but instead it only had him chuckling, and even this...something so dreadfully basic...oh sweet mercy, but even just the sound of his chuckle had her stomach clenching in what she knew by now was sexual desire.
"It's not a crime, is it?"
The purr in his voice almost made her want to whimper. I'm so out of my league, Saint M. Something must be drastically wrong, that every little thing he said or did had her obsessing over fornicating. With him, if that wasn't obvious enough.
Clearing her throat, she tried to focus on answering his question. "We're talking about, um, what my stand should be..." His knee suddenly bumped hers under the desk, and she jumped in her chair.
"My apologies."
But the way his leonine eyes were gleaming had her thinking, Yeah right. He had totally made that happen, and now her body was suffering a serious case of tingles because of it.
Seriously, Saint M. If you think I'm doing the wrong thing here, now's the time to let her know.
Clearing her throat for the third time, Diana tried to start fresh once more, but this time she spoke in a rush. "You were asking about my stand on Catholics who willingly chose death to save the greater good."
"Correct." The professor's tone turned brisk. "I strongly recommend you look up St. Augustine's writings on this matter."
"Got that." She dutifully added this to her TBR while telling herself she was not disappointed about play time apparently being over.
She might have come here without her underwear, but it wasn't like she was really expecting anything to happen.
The professor had only been teasing, and she had known that.
Right?
"Diana?"
Color burst in her cheeks when she realized she had missed the professor's last words. "I'm sorry, Professor. What was that again?" She held her breath right after, bracing herself to withstand his usual avalanche of well-aimed barbs.
But instead, the professor only smiled at her. "I was talking about this part." She watched dumbly as he tapped the chart she had on Page 14...and that was it.
Maybe he was still sick, Diana thought worriedly, and he just didn't want to worry her?
The professor gestured to her Apple pencil. "You should label this part—-" His fingers tapped a section of the chart. "—-with your initials."
"Yes, sir."
The professor raised a brow when several moments had passed and the only thing Diana had done was reach for the pencil. "Well?"
Diana fidgeted in her seat, and apparently, this was sufficient explanation for the professor, whose lips subsequently curved. "You don't know how to?"
"I just haven't gotten around to learning it, that's all." Diana tried not to sound defensive but knew she had failed when the professor's amused smile turned into a smirk.
"Let me show you then."
"It's fine—-"
"Do you have the chart saved in Photos?" he interrupted her to ask, and at her nod, the professor instructed her to open the app. "Click Edit on any photo. Now, click on the More button. Yes, that's it. And there you go."