Bad Professor (An Alpha Male Bad Boy Romance)

by Claire Adams

  I arched my hips forward and jerked back in rhythm with his deep thrusts as he softly pinched my clit.

  "I want to feel you come," he whispered against the wet skin of my neck, and as if he'd already gained mastery over my body, it responded to his desire.

  I let out a guttural cry and came hard. He coached me through it, his words commanding and voice so deep that I lost myself in it. His other hand moved up to cup my throat and he lifted a little above me, hitting a spot inside of me that caused pleasure to pulsate each time he thrusted.

  "Oh my God," I groaned and rocked against him, never wanting the moment to end.

  "Come again before we go get in the bed." He pinched my nipple and brushed his fingers back and forth over my clit as he worked himself in and out of me hard and fast.

  It didn't take long before I was crying out again, tears filling my eyes at the intensity of emotion that flooded me alongside the orgasm. He didn't stop until I dug my nails into the side of his thigh and pulled forward, pressing myself to the wall as I shook.

  "God, you're hot. I love how willing your body is to take pleasure from me." He pressed himself against me, his cock fitting perfectly between the curves of my ass. He rocked himself against me, the slick hot skin of his chest rubbing over my back, his hips over my rear.

  I reached back and gripped his head, scratching softly as I turned to watch him out of my peripheral vision. "You're incredible."

  "You've not seen anything yet, baby." He nipped at my lips and moved back, tugging at my hand and pulling me toward the bedroom.

  My legs shook something terrible, but with the bedroom only a few feet away, I made it and sunk down on his bed, moving back and awaiting his instruction.

  He moved over me, his body glistening as the moonlight brushed through the window behind us.

  I reached up and ran my hands over his beautiful chest and shoulders before pulling him down and tracing the ropes of taunt muscles in his back.

  Finn lifted to his elbows and pressed back inside of me as he brushed my hair away from my eyes. He pressed soft kisses along my face as he made love to me slow and deep. The smell of our lust rushed up and wrapped around me, and I groaned and moved my legs up, wrapping them around his narrow waist and brushing my heels across his ass and lower back.

  "I'm falling in love with you, Chloe. Tell me to stop. Please." He kissed me sensually, and I clung to him. The lust mixed with the concern in his voice was the perfect rendition of the same warring emotions inside of me.

  "No, please don't stop." I sounded needy because I was. My fingers moved from his back to slide over the sharp swell of his ass as he thrusted over and over again. I scratched his taut skin and licked at his neck, sucking softly and then pressing my teeth into him.

  "I'm gonna come if you keep that shit up," he panted and rocked against me harder.

  "Come. I want to bring you over the edge." I tightened my legs around him, and forced him to look at me as he lost his rhythm and pumped into my body with fervor.

  He closed his eyes and lifted his chin as he locked in place above me, crying out loudly.

  I took control of our sex and worked him as best I could from beneath him, needing to watch him come undone. He cried out again, and I came from the intense pressure and deliciously hot sound of him taking what he needed from me.

  He pressed his lips to the side of my neck and slid his hands between me and the bed, cupping my ass and continuing to work me until I was limp with exhaustion.

  "So good, baby. So insanely good." He pressed his lips to my ear to whisper his praises before tucking his face against my neck again and collapsing.

  We laid there for a few minutes with him resting against me. I ran my fingers through his wet hair and over his back. I couldn't help but kiss the side of his face a zillion times with the message that our love making sealed the deal for me. I was lost to him and too scared to say anything about it. I hoped that my actions would scream as loudly as his words had.

  How ballsy and brave of him to tell me that he was falling in love with me. He was my perfect match. The man I'd dreamt up. The one with good looks, yes, but more so – the one that had his own dreams and yet would still support mine.

  Jessie had been right all along. I was going to fall in love in Aspen and never come back.

  With the stark realization that my future wasn't in California, everything shifted. I stiffened as tears burned my eyes, the emotions buzzing through me almost too much.

  Finn lifted his face, and kissed the side of my mouth, his eyes seeking answers to my sudden change in disposition.

  "You okay?" He ran his fingers through my hair and shifted off of me, turning to sit up and then moving back down beside me. I pulled myself against him as he lay on his side.

  "Yeah. I'm way better than okay." I turned my head to watch him.

  "You sure? You look like you’re overthinking this." His eyebrow lifted and I reached up, running my finger over it a few times.

  "I am, but that's just me."

  "Is your thinking on the good side of things? Because after that, I'm not sure you should be thinking at all." He chuckled and ran his fingers from between my breasts, down to my navel, and back up again.

  "It's good. All good." I rolled onto my side and wrapped my arms around him. "Tell me more about the resort you want to build. What does it look like?"

  His eyes lit up, and he smiled, watching me for a moment before diving into the details. The excitement on his face filled me with a hope that I could help him build it. If things worked out between us, I could help my dad with his clothing line and give Finn the seed money that I'd earned. My clothing line could come later.

  I'd been looking for someone to support my dreams, but now, they didn't seem so important anymore. Maybe that was where I gathered my warmth – from the promise of the future. With Finn wrapped around me, I didn't need promises anymore. I had him.

  Chapter 22

  Finn

  I woke before Chloe did the next morning. She was on her back with her hair slung across her face and the top half of her uncovered. The need to reach out and touch her struck me hard, but I kept my hands tucked under my face as I laid on my side, watching her. I hated when people did that shit to me, but I could see where they were coming from now. I couldn't help myself. So many things about her left me intrigued, and I'd only scratched the surface.

  We made love again before going to sleep wrapped around each other, the second time far slower. I'd never made love to a woman like that, but after doing it, I could see why. It was like I lost a piece of myself with every thrust, every moan, every whimper she let out. She was impossibly beautiful, a treasure that I wanted to hide away from the world.

  Realization dawned on me and hard emotion slammed into my chest. I rolled over and carefully got out of the bed as tears burned my eyes. My father loved my mother with a passion that made no sense to me. He'd been single for ten years out of the longing that he had for only her.

  I couldn't imagine loving Chloe for the next ten years and then having to say goodbye.

  Walking to the shower, I pressed my fingers to my eyes and growled. "Stop it. Idiot."

  The water was hot, and felt good against my skin as I let my worries bleed out. I tucked the situation with my mom and dad somewhere back into a corner of my heart and figured I'd get Chloe to help me with how to talk the old fart into giving Milly a try. She was the next best thing to my mom, but convincing Dad of that would be hard. We'd have to get manipulative, but Chloe was a woman...she could figure it out for me.

  I smiled and turned the shower off, knowing she would give me lip for calling her manipulative by nature.

  "Finn?" her voice called out from the bedroom.

  "I'm in here, baby. Just needed to get moving." I wrapped a towel around my waist and walked back into the bedroom to see her curled up on her side, clutching the covers around her chest.

  "You have to work today?" She sat up and ran her fingers through her hair
as she kept the blanket up against her.

  I leaned over and pinched the bottom of it, pulling hard as she yelped. "I wanna see you."

  "Then, get back in this bed. It's fucking cold." She pulled the covers back up and rolled around in the bed until she was properly wrapped up.

  I crawled over her and straddled her side with my full body as I kissed at the side of her face.

  "My dad's already grumpy about me calling in sick the other day. The cute girl I was going to spend the day with told on me." I huffed. "Around the shop, we like to say that snitches get stitches."

  She turned and lifted her eyebrow at me. "Oh yeah? Is that what you guys say?"

  She jerked back, and I fell onto the bed, only to have her crawl on top of me and run her fingers along my sides, tickling me.

  I trapped her hands and rolled us back over, snuggling in between her thighs and cursing my towel and her blanket. "I'm gonna get you for that."

  She pressed her chin to the ceiling and let out a sexy moan before rubbing herself against my stomach.

  "Please get me. Get me like you got me last night."

  I nipped at her breasts as they jutted out and ran my hands up her arms as my cock hardened.

  "You're going to get me fired or disowned." I brushed my face down her stomach and pressed my teeth against the swell of her sex.

  Her fingers slid into my hair, and she pulled me up using a handful of it. "Get out of here before I decided to play your games and submit to your research."

  I got up and tugged my towel off, more than happy to prance around naked and fully erect in front of her. "What research?"

  She turned on her side and reached for me as I pulled away and found a pair of clean jeans.

  "How to make women have longer orgasms? We should work on that."

  "If I recall, you had a six hour one last night." I chuckled as she threw a pillow at me.

  "You were incredibly amazing." She turned on her back and pulled a pillow onto her face, screaming like a silly girl into it. She looked out from the side with a huge smile on her beautiful face. "Amazing. The best lover in the world."

  I leaned over and pressed my chest to the bed before reaching out and touching her face. "Only for you."

  "I'm going to hold you to that." She turned to kiss my hand.

  "If I get to take you to bed at night and wake up with you in the morning, you can hold me to anything you want to." I moved more onto the bed and kissed her. "I gotta go. Want me to cook you something before I do?"

  "No. Give me a minute and I'll get dressed. I don't have a key." She started to get up, but I gently pressed her back down.

  "There's an extra one hanging on the rack by the door. Take it with you, and be careful going home. Another thick snowstorm blew in last night."

  "That's great for business, but shitty for people like me who can't drive in the snow." She let out a content sigh. "I don't want you to go."

  "Is my independent woman getting needy?" I chuckled at the warning look I'd gotten.

  "Never. Be safe and call me..." she paused, and I smiled, "you know, whenever."

  She rolled away from me playfully, and I popped the curve of her butt in the sheets. "I'll call you when I get off. Bad girl."

  "Your bad girl." She glanced over her shoulder, and gave me a hot look that had me considering telling the world to go to hell.

  "I gotta go before I decide not to." I grabbed my t-shirt, walked to the front door, and worked quickly to get my jacket, boots, hat and gloves on.

  "See you later, Finn." Her voice was sultry, and I knew better than to turn around, but dammit if I couldn't help myself.

  The sexy little minx was completely naked, leaning against the doorframe to my bedroom. She twirled her fingers around a section of her hair and bit at her lip in a way that had my body reacting violently.

  I turned and charged her, loving the squeal she gave as she ran for the bed. She'd have died if she knew how much I enjoyed watching her perfect ass jiggle as she hauled it back to the bed.

  I stopped at the door to the bedroom and smiled. "You're lucky I have shit to do or you'd get a spanking for teasing me."

  Somehow, I knew before she did it, that my own words were going to come back to bite me. She rolled over and presented me with the prettiest ass I'd ever seen. "Come spank it?"

  "Damn, woman." I turned and walked to the door as I ran my hand down my face. "Behave."

  I walked out into the snowy weather and stopped, breathing in deeply and letting the cold seal my good mood in tightly. There was nothing that could ruin the incredible feeling that filled me up. Chloe was mine, and after spending the night in her arms, I knew without a doubt that I would be hers for however long she would have me.

  * * * *

  "So what happened?" Brian sat on the extra snowplow I'd brought with me to the job site. He was on a late lunch break, and I was finishing a large job by hand to make sure it looked nice for our client.

  "She took a few days to think things through and I guess since it was just a big misunderstanding, she's willing to give us a try." I reached up and readjusted my hat.

  "So, no boyfriend?"

  "Nope. They broke up before she came here for the holidays." I shrugged and went back to shoveling. My back and legs were burning like crazy, but I figured it had more to do with making love to Chloe half the night and little to do with my everyday movements.

  "So, where are you guys going from here?" Brian took a bite of the burger in his hands and leaned back in the plow's captain chair.

  "No clue." I stopped and sat the shovel down. "Give me the burger you brought me."

  He tossed it to me and wiped his mouth before responding. "Don't you think you should have a clue? This doesn't feel like anything you've been involved in before. I mean, we're talking like second or third date at this point. This could be serious, Finn."

  The look on his face caused me to laugh. We'd been friends since we were kids, and he was always worried about me, always looking out for me.

  "It is serious, buddy." I took a bite of the burger and looked around. "She and I will figure things out. It's only the fifteenth. I still have ten more days or so with her."

  "Ten days with someone you're obviously falling in love with? Why am I the only one panicking here? It would be good for you to panic with me." Brian sat his burger down, and shook his head. "I'm scared and this shit isn't even mine to deal with."

  "It's all good. When you fall in love, I think part of what keeps you sane is believing that all things will work out for good." I took another bite of my burger, not really feeling the insane worry that Brian seemed to be experiencing.

  "So, that's it? Just let the shit fall where it may?"

  "What else is there to do besides have fun with her, make memories, and then hope they're enough to keep her here?" I finished the meal in three bites and chucked him the balled up wrapper.

  "I guess you’re right." He shrugged and went back to eating.

  "The only real issue I see is her father." I checked my work, finding it just the way my father would want. "I need to have a real sit down with my dad and see what the fuck happened between him and Chloe's dad."

  "Any clue what it could be?" Brian hopped down and pulled out his keys.

  "Nope. I just know there is some bad blood there. With me and Chloe finally getting over all these silly little things, I don't want anything big to pop up in our way."

  "Would she choose her dad over you if he put his foot down?" Brian wiped his mouth once more and balled up the bag he was holding.

  "No clue. She's known me for two weeks and him for her whole life. I would assume she would choose him, but I'm not willing to consider that he'll give her an ultimatum."

  Brian pinned me with a stare that said I was a dumb ass dreamer. "He would."

  "So, I'll take care of it. If I can figure out what happened between our dads, then maybe there is a way to clean it up and not have it become my and Chloe's problem." I tucked my shov
els on the back of the plow and climbed up.

  "Just be careful. You and Chloe’s dad are more alike than you realize." Brian slipped his hands into his pockets and began to shiver.

  "Because he sleeps around? My dad said he was a bit of a man whore, but my days of that are over. I'm tired of finding my worth in fleeting moments." I took a drink of the soda Brian had brought me.

  "Yeah. I'm glad to hear that. It's cool from the outside looking in, but you don't want everyone thinking poorly of you, like you can't commit to anything. The guys at the office made fun of Mr. Burke when he left because he has a different date daily while he's here. I think he's boned most of the women in our office."

  "I'd have thought that was awesome a month ago, but now...not so much."

  "Same. Just tread carefully, Finn. She's planning to leave soon and I-"

  I lifted my hand to stop him. "It's all good. Grown-ass man, remember?"

  "Yeah. Sorry. Call me later."

  "Will do. Thanks for lunch."

  "Anytime." Brian watched me for a minute more, but I ignored him.

  I swear he was born to be the sister I never had instead of a best friend.

  * * * *

  I wrapped up and headed back to the shop. There was no one there, including Milly, which was odd.

  After hanging up my shovels and refueling the plow, I decided to ride over to Chloe's to see if she wanted to go out for pizza or something. If her dad was there, it probably wouldn't be pretty, but I needed to talk with him. Talking to my dad was most likely the smarter bet first, but after searching the shop and finding no one, I gave up and headed to the Burke residence.

  The drive over was quick, and I decided to use the front door to show respect should her father or brother answer the door. I slipped my hands in my pockets while I waited for someone to answer and cursed myself for not checking to see if her SUV was in the garage.

  A good-looking older guy in his early fifties opened the door, and gave me a scowl. "I didn't order a service today. Tell your dad that this strike two."

  He started to shut the door, but I stuck out my hand and stopped him. "I'm not here to clear your driveway, Sir."