Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 78760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
“To keep me away from you,” she confessed. “But, as you can see, you’re still here and so am I.”
I blinked.
“He tried to pull you out or have me fired?” I asked, knowing for a fact that it was one of the two.
“When one didn’t work, he tried the other,” she admitted. “When that didn’t work, he tried to make me feel bad.” She hesitated. “And I’m still trying to figure out what the hell you did to deserve that kind of reaction out of my normally laid-back dad.”
I shook my head, knowing she wanted me to explain why her father hated me so much. But that wasn’t something I wanted to tell her. Not until she was completely mine, and never leaving me, that was.
“No comment,” I murmured.
She lifted her lip in a silent snarl.
“I’ll figure it out one way or the other,” she threatened.
I didn’t take the bait.
I knew what she was trying to do, and I wasn’t going to fall for that pretty face.
Nor was I going to give in. Not on this.
My record was sealed for a reason.
So I’d been a stupid kid.
So I’d been an even stupider young adult.
That wasn’t going to come out until the last possible second, if ever.
And she couldn’t get it out of me, no matter what she said, tried or did.
At least not yet, anyway.
“You could try…” I murmured as I used two fingers to stroke her pussy over her scrubs. “You want to know why you won’t be doing that?” I asked her carefully.
She glared. “Why not?”
I grinned and covered her mouth with my hand.
“Because you like me,” I informed her. “You want my cock in your pussy. You want my ass in your bed. You want to be wrapped up in my arms when you’ve had a hard day.” I moved closer until we were only millimeters apart. “You fucking want me, as much as I want you, and that’s why you’re not going to play silly high school games.”
She hissed at me, and I had to admit that was pretty cute, but now I was pissed.
She lifted her hips, urging me with her body since I had my hand over her mouth and wouldn’t let her get her words out.
“What do you want?” I teased her.
She glared.
Knowing what she wanted, I slipped my hand under the hem of her top until I came to the stretchy waistband of her scrubs.
“You want my cock,” I muttered. “Well, you can’t have it. But you can have my fingers.”
She arched into my hand as I slipped it not just past the waistband of her pants, but into her panties as well, and honed in on my target.
She growled into my hand and dug her heels into the bed, effectively urging me on.
I sank one finger deep inside of her, moaning as I felt the first sign of her need for me.
“You’re fucking soaked,” I told her. “And that’s all for me. The man that your father fucking hates.”
I knew I didn’t need to keep bringing it up. It would only keep and hold her attention, but I couldn’t help it.
The last two weeks had been utter shit all because her father had deemed me a menace to society over ten years ago.
She bit down on my lip, and I jerked back just in time to see her eyes roll back into her head.
She came—with only two fingers—in a matter of seconds.
Either I was magic—which I wasn’t—or she was thinking about it long before I’d actually gone there.
And only one solution was logical.
I didn’t even get much chance to examine the feelings when the doors started to open.
Lucky for me the bed was in the way—wheels still locked—or they would’ve seen me pulling my fingers out of Tally’s pants.
Red flushed up those pretty cheeks, and she started to yank at her restraints.
Grinning, I sucked my fingers clean, and she glared.
“Not cool,” she grumbled as she yanked at her restraints once again.
I used one hand to get her loose while I finished licking my fingers clean.
“Get to your seat,” I ordered.
She hissed at me. “Jerk.”
Grinning like an asshole, I pulled the bed from the door, put it back into place, and took a seat at my desk.
“How is taking your tests in the library going?” I asked, referring to the new testing environment I’d arranged for her for not just my class, but all of her classes.
Relief crossed over her face.
“Amazing,” she admitted. “And having an extra forty minutes wasn’t too shabby either.”
I chuckled and picked up my water that was on the edge of my desk.
“I’ll bet.”
“Though, it pissed Hadley off,” she murmured. “She’s mad that I get extra time.”
I resisted the urge to say ‘fuck Hadley’ and good thing, too.
Because low and behold it was the woman under discussion who was the first one through the door scant seconds later.