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“You mean that? You’ll be mine?”
She hitches up a shoulder. “I don’t think there was ever a time I wasn’t yours. Just don’t break my heart or I’ll punt kick your balls into the Charles River.”
I snort out a laugh. “Never,” I promise.
She smiles and climbs up onto her toes to kiss my lips. “Good. Now take me back to bed and don’t make me regret this.”
27
“Idon’t think this is a good idea,” I tell Callan as we glide through early morning traffic.
“You didn’t answer my question, and there was no way I was going to let you walk and then take the T without knowing if you’re wearing underwear today or not.”
“Why does it matter?” I try to be indignant as a way to hide my Cheshire grin.
“Because you’re wearing a skirt, Layla. A skirt!” His hands grip the wheel. “It’s not even a long skirt, so if you’re not wearing any fucking panties under it, I have to know.”
“But why do you have to know?”
His head swivels in my direction, and he gives me ado you really want me to answer thatlook. I do, so instead of smiling like the smug devil I feel like, I smile sweetly at him. Callan loves me. It’s wild. In a good way. I think.
All I know is when he told me that, my heart leaped out of my chest, and I’m taking that as a positive sign instead of a negative one and rolling with it.
After he fucked me six ways to paradise on the couch, he ate me out on the stairs and then fucked me against the wall of the hallway because he was too impatient to make it down the hall into his bedroom. Then a third time in the shower before my poor vagina had to raise the white flag.
That is, until he brought me back to bed after theI love youbomb and we did it again.
The man is a fucking insatiable dynamo in bed, only the bed isn’t where we seem to do it most times.
He’s officially ruined me.
Like reaching the summit of Everest on a clear day, no other view will ever quite live up to that, and no matter what, it’ll forever be the view you compare all others to. So when we woke up late but horny and didn’t have enough time for morning shenanigans because we snoozed past the alarm twice, I felt like being a little naughty.
Just to taunt him.
Just to make him think a bit.
Only it’s backfired on me because he all but forced me into his car and now here we are.
“Show me,” he demands, all flustered and adorable and hard. Yes, he’s that too. I can see it through his slacks. This is going to be a long day and maybe starting this sort of game as we drive into school and have to play the roles of student and professor wasn’t my smartest decision.
Too late.
I blink coquettishly. “Professor, I don’t feel that’s appropriate. In fact, I have to demand you let me out here so I can walk the rest of the way and not alert campus police that we’re up to no good.”
He blinks at me. “Huh?”
I roll my eyes. “It’s hot role play, but that aside, I can’t roll up to school and hop out of your Range Rover. We’re living a double life right now, and while that’s kind of hot and fun since now we’re doing the naughty with each other, we still have to live the other side in public, if you know what I’m saying.”
“Does anyone ever know what you’re saying?”
I shrug. “Only those who know me best. Now for real, pull over here. We’re getting too close to campus.”
“Are you wearing underwear?” he demands, at the end of his patience.
He slows the car and I unbuckle, grabbing my bag and hauling the heavy thing up onto my lap before placing the strap over my head. “You’ll just have to wait to find out, Professor.” I give him a cheeky wink and then I’m flying out of his car as he swipes at me. I laugh, slamming the door shut and blowing him a kiss.
He smiles despite himself, rubbing at his jaw. It’s a great look on him. He’s all grumpy and flustered, but it’s in a lighthearted way for once. It’s cute and it sort of reminds me of the night we first met.