Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 57891 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57891 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
My bottom lip drops, and I let out a small moan without consent. Yes. This is exactly my dream come true.
“Fuck me, Ro,” I murmur although he only nips my neck and continues strumming my clit.
“The worst thing I ever did was choosing teaching over practicing law, which was spun to be admirable,” he whispers in my ear, sending a shiver down my shoulder. “Then you showed up.”
The pleasure builds far too quickly, and I have to lean against him for support. I breathe the plea with my eyes closed, “Please, Ronan.”
“Please what?” His words open my eyes, and I stare deeply into his gorgeous gaze.
“Please, Professor Wolf.”
He laughs at me, although he doesn’t stop what he’s doing. “That’s not what I meant, Brooklyn.”
My lust-filled head can barely focus.
“Be a good little slut, and beg me to let you come.”
“You’re a fucking prick,” I manage, and he slows his motions, but I grab his forearm and give in to his wishes.
“Please make me come,” I beg him as if I’m nothing but a fuck toy for him there in the library between the stacks of our university.
He kisses me once short yet demanding and powerful before strumming his deft fingers against my swollen nub. Pleasure rushes from the depths of me. My head falls back against the shelf as small moans escape. He attempts to stifle them by kissing me again, but I can barely stay focused on the task at hand.
“Please,” I beg him again, feeling so fucking close. “Please fuck me.”
I don’t have to beg him twice for that one. He turns me around, and I brace myself, gripping the wooden shelf as he pulls up my skirt and enters me with a swift and forceful stroke. His hand wraps around my throat, pulling my head back, and he tells me to be quiet. His jacket and thrusts fill the room with a muffled sound and at a relentless pace.
His teeth drag down my neck at the same time his fingers find my clit again, and I come undone, barely able to keep from screaming out his name with strangled pleasure.
“That’s my good little whore.” He rewards me with a groan, and with two more thrusts, he comes deep inside me.
He cleans me up with his tie, then shoves it in his pocket.
“Before me, you were boring,” I tell him once my breath returns. “Just an arrogant asshole with money and privilege.”
“I’m still a prick, Brook,” he rasps, caging me back in against the shelf. “Just a prick who’s good at fucking you, and I can’t seem to think logically when you’re around.”
I smirk at his observation. For some odd reason, it gives me a sick sense of pride that I get to him like I do.
Maybe because his presence teased me for years.
He glances up to see if there are cameras as he zips himself back into his suit pants. The waves of pleasure subside, but the warmth still lingers, and I decide to put his concerns to rest.
“I already looked, Ro.” I kiss him and let the tip of my nose flick against his as I whisper, “No one will know.”
My heart thumps just as I let the words leave me. That’s what I thought last time…
And look where it’s landed me.
Engaged to the man I’ve had a crush on for as long as I can remember.
CHAPTER 14
Ronan
The article a friend forwarded to me is short, deliberate, and leading.
I figured it would come, but seeing it in black and white causes anger I didn’t realize I could feel.
Given the social circles are all too aware of the previous scandal, I imagine one of them planted or even sold the story to the press.
Socialite Brooklyn Chambers and heir to the Chambers mogul, Ronan Wolf, are apparently engaged after a quiet - or not so quiet - fling. Rumors swirl about their whirlwind relationship, and given Brooklyn has been spotted without a ring, speculations on these two are running wild.
The included photo is a recent snapshot from campus just outside my classroom door. Thankfully, it’s not in the fucking library. Just knowing someone photographed us on campus gives me an uneasy feeling. I could give two shits about the articles and the rumors. But the fact that someone came to my work and took a photo of her with the intent of painting her in a negative light… It’s violating. It could be far worse, but I wish they’d leave us the fuck alone.
All in all, it’s a blip in the tabloid, but the picture… the photograph is what I can’t get over.
I’ve been mostly careful with her over the past two weeks. Appropriate and maintaining decorum… apart from a secret fuck in a back room… twice.
How can I resist when she tempts me like she does?
When a woman like Brooklyn wants me as she does?