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)
“You don’t care that I could lose my fucking job, do you?”
His accusation throws me in a tailspin. “Don’t take your bullshit out on me,” I scold, abruptly standing in his face.
Men like Ronan need to be put in their place, and I have no problem being the woman to do that.
“You knew who you were fucking.”
“I never thought it’d get out.”
Pretending that doesn’t hurt me, I add, “I guess I couldn’t be your dirty little secret, Professor Wolf.”
Again, he swallows thickly.
“But to answer your question, of course I care,” I stress, attempting to think straight.
He closes the distance between us. Close enough for the heat from his body to add to the tension in mine. For the first time since I unlocked my front door, he looks at me as if he’s actually seeing me. My heart beats wildly as his thumb falls to my bottom lip, and I’m left helpless. I hate what this man does to me. I make a pitiful attempt not to melt into his simple but pungent touch.
“If you want me to touch you again, you’ll mind the way you speak to me,” he warns with fire in his eyes that cause my thighs to clench.
It takes everything in me to answer. “Is that a threat, Professor Wolf?”
His lips lift in an asymmetrical way. A cocky, arrogant … yet something else. Something desirable that only he possesses.
With a wicked grin, he coaxes, “Only if you want it to be.”
In the blink of an eye, I’m reminded of last night.
The liberation.
The release.
His scent.
His touch.
It’s overpowering.
He’s older, thirty-five, and I’m only twenty-two. He’s a professor, and I’m a student who only got accepted because my father’s the dean and made it happen.
And our families… enemies isn’t quite the right word. Enemies stab you in the front. Our families aim for the back while smiling to your face. That’s how these circles run and always have since I’ve been a little girl, simply surviving this bullshit. I’m as much of a victim as he is in this unexpected situation we’ve found ourselves in.
I thought I’d get over the temptation that Ronan is, but I want nothing more than to have him again.
He makes me forget.
He makes me feel free.
Desired.
Wanted.
Needed.
Loved?
Again, I’m unable to resist his control over me, and I reach up to kiss him, but it’s short-lived. He pulls back slightly, and I miss him instantly. Thankfully, he drops his lips for another kiss, and it’s just as hot and electric as the first.
“You’re nothing but the forbidden fruit I want to fuck,” he whispers against my lips.
I open them slowly and wait for his to open before responding. “And you’re nothing but a mistake I can’t get enough of.”
There’s a moment between us, unspoken and raw, or maybe it’s simply in my fucked-up head and a delusion I’ve made up about us. But an idea comes to me. To piss them all off and maybe to save myself and him in the process.
“I have an idea,” I proclaim, and he straightens.
“What’s that?”
“It’s self-serving, but it’s the only way you can keep your job.”
“I’m a professor, and you’re a student. No amount of money can be thrown at your old man or the board to keep my job.”
“Trust me, it’s not money. I have an idea. Just trust me,” I adamantly repeat as I push the hair out of my face and ready myself for what has to happen.
His brow arches. “Since when are you trustworthy?” he questions, and it hurts more than I wish it did.
“Since I decided I like what you do to me.”
A heat simmers between us as our eyes lock, and I hold on to that.
I hold on to him.
He licks his lower lip. “Tell me how we could possibly fix this?”
I don’t hesitate to respond with a smile before I tell him the plan to save both our asses from the wrath of my father.
The dean.
His boss.
CHAPTER 3
Ronan
The room smells of leather, as it always has since I was a young man. The polished walnut table and carved wingback chairs have sat here on the sixth floor of the university for decades. The large paned windows overlook the lush green campus, and for the longest time, this has been my sanctuary, my fucking dream.
However, today, it’s my literal hell.
Not everyone is here, and I’m thankful for that. Full attendance of the board is a rarity and certainly for emergency meetings. Men I’ve looked up to for years, men who served as my professors when I went here, stare back at me in crisp suits and expensive silk ties, their eyes judging and full of disappointment or disgust. It’s hard to gauge.
I’ll admit the video wasn’t the most moral of engagements.
I fucked Brooklyn without mercy and enjoyed every second of it with every sinful fantasy I’ve ever had of her, and there’s no fucking way I can deny that. It’s obvious in the video. My lust for her spills in the 4k resolution.