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The following picture of Victora Moreno showed her in a side profile, her image reflected in the tall standing mirror in her bedroom. It was his first peek into that room, and it’d be a while longer before he saw it in the flesh, but he wasn’t focused on any of that. Right now, he was focused on the gorgeous curves that she possessed, the way in which her dress tightened around her hips, accentuating that there really was nowhere safe to look at on her body. With her height, there was so much of her legs to dream about. Hidden beneath deep blue fabric, but ready for display once April arrived. Why did March have to come after February? Why couldn’t it be April?

Instead of lamenting the unfairness that was his wait for spring break, Liam chose to focus on the here and now. Here, now, he was in awe of Victoria’s beauty, of the conversation they were having. Where it had started, where it had led. And it still had some places to go.

Wow, you look ready to star in a spy thriller,Liam replied.Alright, I guess I have to give it one more point.

Just one?Victoria responded immediately.

Yeah, that makes it a total of five.

It’s a second picture, though.

Of the same dress,Liam fired back.

That seems strict.

Does it, Professor Moreno?Liam asked, not really stopping to think if this was the right tact.If a student were to let you see half of their paper, get it graded, then offer up the second half but also want it to enable them to get over a hundred percent, would you allow that?

If I had a student who looked like this in this dress, I might allow it,Victoria responded.

Liam chuckled at the surprisingly pithy retort. Uncharacteristic though it might be, possibly enabled by a little too much alcohol though it might be, he hoped for more like it.

I can go up to two points for this second image, but no higher. Just wouldn’t feel right. You look incredible. Six points for one dress. That’s fair, isn’t it?

It’s acceptable,Victoria texted.However, I’m still considering these as two separate pictures, so you’ve still yet to give one of my pictures a rating of five.

That’s fair. But it’s just a matter of time, I’m sure.

We’ll see,Victoria said.

There wasn’t much more excitement for the remainder of the night, though it didn’t end for another half an hour. Their messages grew slightly less charged, slightly more like the conversations she was used to having on her dates. It was of her volition, so Liam respected that and turned the stove’s heat down to almost nothing. Any disappointment he might have felt, he curtailed that too. The last thing he intended to do after such a fantastic day was end his day by pouting.

After having boldly flirted with someone under half her age, he didn’t know where Victoria now sat. While that new professor had been described as young, he doubted that a woman like Victoria commonly sent pictures to people the age of her students. Or ever, really. For her to change things up as she had, swapping from photos of the past to one of the present, well, that had to mean something substantial.

Whether she was still in her dress or had slipped out of it, Liam had no way of knowing that either. But Victoria eventually called an end to their late-night texting. She wished him goodnight, and he responded with the same—even though he knew it’d be well over an hour before the butterflies in his stomach calmed down enough for him to fall asleep. When he did, he was caught between awe of how the night had gone andworry about how Victoria might feel about things once she woke up the next morning, possibly nursing a slight headache.

If she was, it was impossible to tell in the picture he woke up to. Standing on a beautiful beach, wearing a tropical bikini whose bottoms were hidden by a multi-colored skirt that fell a long way down only one long, alluring leg, Victoria ensured she dominated his morning thoughts.

Chapter Eighteen

Rich of Royces

There was only so much that Liam could take before exploding, and Avril Knight knew that. Possibly as well as any woman on the planet. Only Tess Williams might know it better, and if that were true, the gap was actively narrowing.

She’d ambushed him, as well. After coming over early in the day, he’d found her alone in her apartment, as Anna was out having lunch with her mother. But that had been almost an hour ago. Since arriving, they’d hung out in the living room, lazing about while watching a show she liked. That should have been what tipped Liam off, kept him wary. When Avril was involved, the lack of an explosion was, in its own curious way, proof that one was coming.

Because, leaning into him, batting her eyelashes, and acting as though it was too much trouble for her to get up, she’d asked him to grab her something to drink from the fridge. And like the freshly hatched baby turtle waddling toward the ocean, he hadn’t thought of looking over his shoulder as he got up and headed for the kitchen.

Thinking he’d open the fridge, he instead ended up spun around by the shoulder and then pushed against it. Before he could utter a single word, she’d shoved something against his chest—a digital stopwatch, of all things—then dropped to her knees.

Once his cock was out in the open, expectant eyes had stared up at him. Just below them, moist lips waiting for him to shrug off his stunned state.

“Oh,” he’d said, finally catching on.

She had him hard well before the stopwatch ticked past the thirty-second mark. Even though Tess hadn’t started having him record her until she’d handled some preamble, Avril didn’t opt into that route—well, maybe she didn’t even know about it being an option. Liam was in no state to shout for a misstart, bring the runners back to their blocks, then have them go again.

In typical Avril fashion, she both excelled and showed off. It wasn’t enough for her to twirl her tongue around his glans, then down his length; she needed to send shivers down his spine with her nails, which she lightly scraped up and down the underside of his shaft. It wasn’t enough for her to pepper his cock with soft, wet kisses; she went all the way down to his balls and marked that territory as part of her knightly fiefdom too.

But more than anything, she wasn’t in a hurry. In fact, if she could have hit a time of 7:33, he was certain she would have. This was Avril’s response to Tess’s text, almost precisely one week after it had been sent.