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“So?” Tess lifted a weary arm and poked him. “Be cocky. If I’m everything you think I am, then you have every reason to be.”
“You are,” he assured her.
“I think so too. See? I’m being plenty cocky myself. Now, you join in.”
“Okay,” he said, combatting a blush. “You’re welcome, Professor Williams.”
She eyed him wryly. “If you keep calling me that, I’m going to start giving you homework.”
He shrugged with the one shoulder that wasn’t pinned beneath the rest of him. “I figure this is more of a ‘learn by doing’ sort of class I’m in, like shop class or something, so I wouldn’t mind.”
Snorting, Tess prodded him again. “Yeah, Bellmore doesn’t really offer any classes like that.”
“Good. Because I want to be the only one who gets to have these types of classes with you, Professor Williams.”
Sighing but smiling, Tess rolled onto her side. Facing one another, he absorbed the affection she transmitted across the distance separating them. Busy as he was staring into her eyes, he didn’t notice her hand bridge the gap between their bodies. Not until she had his flaccid manhood in her grip, which ensured it didn’t stay that way for very long.
“All right, Liam. You can be in my special class. But you’re going to be my only student, so I’m going to have to give you all my focus.”
He swallowed and nodded, shivering with delight as she began stroking him off. Her sultry smile lit up his world, and she moved her lips closer to his ear.
And here’s your homework for the evening,” she whispered huskily. “Cum for me, Liam. Again, and again, and again.”
He aced his first test, no doubt about it.
Chapter Eight
Permission
When a soft knock roused him from a suite of pleasant dreams a little after nine in the morning, the knowledge of where he was headed with the maker of that knock stripped away every iota of lethargy in him. And there had been plenty when he’d finally found his way to Tess’s guest bedroom last night, long after midnight had passed. He’d practically passed out the moment his head had hit his pillow, swept away into an oasis of pleasantly sexy dreams.
They couldn’t even begin to compare to reality, however.
Throwing the covers off his body, he made it to the door before the woman on the other side needed to knock again. To his dismay, Tess wasn’t waiting for him in the hallway. However,he quickly changed his tune. If she wasn’t waiting for him here, she was waiting for him elsewhere.
Even though he’d been awake for less than thirty seconds, adrenaline already surged through his veins. It carried him toward her bedroom, where the door stood invitingly ajar. However, he didn’t find her in her bedroom, either. Stopping long enough to relive some salacious memories about last night, his attention zoomed toward her bathroom once he remembered he had a wonderful opportunity to start the day by making another one.
Its door was also ajar. Wearing nothing more than his boxers, Liam hurried toward it. Within, as he’d hoped and anticipated, a woman nearly as scantily clad as he was turned toward the noise of his approach and smiled.
“Good morning, Liam. Come on in.”
He’d seen what she’d thrown on last night after their raucous lovemaking had finally exhausted them both. A dainty black slip with an enticing slit on the left thigh. It displayed her cleavage just as amply, and Tess let him admire her in it for a few moments. And then she began to take it off, preparing for her morning shower.Theirmorning shower.
The smile she’d offered him when he’d arrived broadened as she noticed the growing bulge under his boxers. By the time she’d escaped her nightwear, he’d grown fully erect. The owner of the gorgeous body responsible for that change nodded at it.
“You need to follow suit, Liam.”
Breaking from his stupor, he silently celebrated the craving he detected in her voice, her stare, the anticipatory shifts in her stunning body. Today was off to a fantastic start already.
They entered her shower, Tess waiting like a valet—a nude, eternally sexy valet—at the doorway into it. Once he stepped through it, feet cringing at the chilly tiles that ambushed them,she slid the glass door shut. He felt her breasts against his back before he even had time to turn around.
Her shower was big enough for four of five people to stand in it comfortably. A glass wall separated it from the rest of her spacious bathroom, and gray marble walls surrounded them on three sides. The shower head could be detached from the wall, which gave him ideas on some of the fun they could have together.
Tess had her own ideas, as well.
“I haven’t showered with anyone like this in years,” she cooed into his ear, kissing his neck. “If you enjoy it, we could make it a habit, like we planned.”
Dizzying excitement spread through him like wildfire. He nodded, turning his head so their lips could briefly connect.