“She isn’t even a friend, but I admit I went overboard this morning, and I’m sorry. I hated you not even noticing that I’d entered the room.” I kiss her sweet lips and hover but a breath away. “From now on you’re going to get a sweet guy who doesn’t bat an eye when his girlfriend is chatting with another guy.”
“We’ll see how long that lasts,” Pattie mumbles from her spot at the cooker.
Andie tightens the hold she has around my waist and I smile, meeting Pattie’s gaze. For once my sister looks as serious as I feel about Andie. Pattie wags her finger and slips out of the kitchen.
“How are you feeling?” I cup her face and smile. “I should have been the one to come to your rescue, instead it was because of me that you needed help.”
She slips out of my arms and takes my hand, guiding me to the kitchen table. Urged to sit, I make sure that I’m beside her and wait while taking her hands into mine.
“I want this between us to work, and I know it’s early days, but you need to let me carry on as I normally would.” She lifts our joined hands, kissing the top of mine. “Although I know Jeremy wants more, I’m not into him in that way and I never have been. I think he actually gets that now, but you have to trust me.”
“I do trust you,” I admit. “I am a jealous asshole because I can’t openly be with you. It hurts. We can’t even eat lunch without being on the receiving end of gossip. I know because I’ve seen it happen to others.”
“I wish we could have lunch together and maybe something can be worked out, but we have to be normal around the college...and today wasn’t.”
“You’re too far away.” With a gentle tug she’s sitting in my lap with my arms securely around her. “You’re right. It just gets to me when I see the way Jeremy looks at you. He’s in love with you.”
She pauses. “He thinks he is, but he isn’t. Not really.” Her smile lights her face. “Just remember who I’ve been crushing on for months and months.”
My grin splits my face. “Crushing, huh?”
Rolling her eyes, she shoves my shoulder. “It’s true, Mr. Hot Professor.” She gets to her feet and glances over her shoulder, which is when I realize she’s smirking. “All the girls want Professor Lawrence.”
I blink away the surprise. “Stop teasing.”
“I’m not.” She giggles.
“My friend Roza is in one of your classes and she can’t understand why you never look at her the way she wants you to.” She frowns. “Perhaps I shouldn’t have betrayed her confidence by telling you that.”
“Hey.” I move closer and slip my arms around her waist from behind. “You aren’t betraying anyone’s confidence. I have eyes and your friend Roza is nothing but obvious.”
She chuckles. “Hmm, she is, isn’t she?”
“Yes.” I groan. “She’s embarrassed me on numerous occasions.”
Her smile slips as she wraps around me. “It’s difficult not being able to be together on campus. I hate the secrecy even though I know why it’s necessary.” She blows out a long breath.
“Lets just promise to trust each other...and eat.” I grin as my stomach lets out a loud rumble.
“I can do that.” She grins and slipping out of my embrace, she points at the patio table, which has already been set for two.
“Pattie?”
“She’s gone out on a date.” Andie drains the noodles and once they’re in the serving dish, turns to look at me over her shoulder. “You are okay that it’s only us, right?”
“Hell yeah!” I laugh. “I was hoping when I saw the table setting, so just needed it confirming.” I smirk and moving closer, place my hands on her hips to keep her still. I nuzzle into the back of her neck, moving her dark curls over to one side before I kiss the smooth skin. She shudders and curves her arm behind so that her hand settles softly on the nape of my neck.
“You’re making me forget about food.”
I chuckle into her neck. “Hmm,” I mumble against her skin. “As much as I’d love to sample a lot more of you, I think after today, I want to make sure you eat.” I hold her tight and add, “And then, I’m going to take you to bed and make love to you.”
She lifts her face and meets my lips, whispers, “Then let’s eat.” She removes my hands from her hips and points. “Go and take a seat. I have this covered.
Smiling, I saunter outside and before relaxing, I flick the switch on the outside lights now that the evening has settled in. The gold twinkles around the pool and I’m so glad that Pattie added more lights while I was at work.
“Wow, this looks amazing.” Andie places the noodles and sauce on the table, her hand on my shoulder as she looks around. “It looks romantic.”
I grin and wiggle my brows. “So, what do I get for being romantic?”
Chuckling, she ruffles my hair. “Eat all your dinner and you might find out.”
“I can do that!” I shout as she disappears inside the house, only to appear minutes later with some bread rolls.
My mouth waters as she puts them on the table and the fresh smell reaches my nose.
“Freshly made yeast rolls,” she announces with pride, and then ruins it all by laughing. “The first time I’ve made them without them looking like lumps of coal.”
“For that, I’m grateful.” Grinning, I take one, lather it with butter and shove half in my mouth, closing my eyes when it melts in my mouth. I don’t say anything until I’ve polished off two of them. “You’ve spoilt me with these.”
“They do say that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach,” she flirts and reaches for a roll, when I take hold of her wrist.
Placing her hand against my chest, I admit, “You’ve been in here for a while now.” I bring her hand up to my lips and after I’ve placed a tender kiss into her palm, I place her hand on the basket with the rolls in.
It feels good to know that I’ve got one over on her as I serve the noodles and sauce in silence. The expression on her face is one of delight, which tells me that I’m not alone in my feelings. I’m good for now though because I don’t want them to be uttered back to me until she’s completely there. I think she is, but I’m okay with waiting because I have the girl.
10
Andie
Waking with Sawyer’s hands and mouth all over me has a smile slowly spreading across my lips. The man is relentless, but I’m not complaining especially when I feel his mouth against my inner thigh. Whispers of kisses trail closer and closer to where I want him the most, and then I feel his tongue as he wiggles it between my legs.
He chuckles. “I know you’re awake.”
“Mmm.” I stretch and place my legs over his shoulders, my feet landing on the bed in the crook of his arms. “I am now,” I say, moaning and arching into his touch.
He groans against my heated flesh while holding me firmly on the ass with his hands. The sensation of having his tongue buried inside of me, pleasuring me, has fire curling in my stomach. The permanent scruff on his face that I feel against my skin turns me on all the more, to the point that I can’t catch a breath.
Sawyer lifts his gaze. “I can’t get enough of you,” he gasps between breaths. “Having my face in your sweet pussy has me so turned on that I ache, badly.” He gently takes my legs from over his shoulders and kneels between them.
I gasp at the steely length of his erection as it sticks straight out from his groin, demanding attention. The crown bulges a deep purple color as precum trickles from the slit.
Lifting my gaze to Sawyer’s, I hold my arms out to him. He immediately accepts my invitation and crawling over me, he fits the head of his cock into my opening and slides all the way in. He’s big and stretches my walls but the feel of his flesh sliding against mine, makes me wetter, and he hovers all the way inside my snug heat.
He closes his eyes and his jaws clench together as my pussy contracts around his hardness, which feels too delicious. I can’t control my reaction and small ripples of pleasure pulse around in my channel, trying to gras
p ahold of Sawyer’s cock.
Panting heavily, Sawyer slips his hands beneath my back and brings them up to cup my head so that I’m completely surrounded by him. His forehead rests against mine and with our eyes locked together, he slowly slides out before pushing home once again.
My legs wrap around his hips, my ankles cross over his sexy butt, but he won’t go fast. He smiles, knowing what I want. “Slow baby.” He grits his teeth. “Even if it kills me.”
“I’m so close,” I confess. “I want you to come with me.”
“I’m in serious danger of coming before you,” he admits, the strain of holding himself back is clear with the tightness across his face.
Reaching around his back, I dig my fingers into his flesh and watch as his eyes narrow. I smile knowing exactly what it does to him to have my hands on his back and especially where I’m letting them slide too. He shudders when I caress his ass cheeks, but when I dig my nails in, I feel him swell inside of me, seconds before his lips capture mine.
His tongue pushes for entry, slipping and sliding against mine as we dance in a wild tango, which sends my release rushing through me. Clamping down with my inner muscles, I ripple and pulse around his huge length, sending Sawyer hurtling over the cliff with me. He grunts and groans as I feel the warmth of his semen spilling inside of me.
By the time Sawyer collapses on top of me, I’m soaked between my legs. I feel our joint release as it slips out where we’re still connected, Sawyer already getting hard again.
“If we didn’t have somewhere else to be,” he breathes against my neck, “I’d make love to you again.” He nuzzles into my neck and placing a kiss at the curve, he slowly rises and slips free of my body.
He looks down between us, my eyes following his, and I softly chuckle as he swells before my gaze.
Smirking, he kneels between my legs and holds his arms out to his sides. “What can I say? Every piece of me is yours and having you spread out with my release running out of you, turns me the hell on.” He wraps his hand around his flesh and slowly strokes back and forth, his eyes darkening with lust.
“You’re not the only one who is turned on.” I scramble to my knees and lightly caress along his upper thighs with my fingers, letting them trail over the hand gripping his cock. My small finger teases the head and with my nail I lightly slip it between the slit.
Sawyer’s loud moan at my actions has him reaching out and gripping my face between his hands and sealing his mouth to mine in a kiss so wet and arousing that I ache to be filled.
Sawyer curses as he breaks from the kiss, panting as though he's run a marathon when the sound of his phone alarm breaks into our morning. “God, I want you again.”
“Then take me.” I launch myself into his arms, knocking us both from the bed. It at least accomplishes what I want, and I have Sawyer flat on his back.
Before he can object—not that he would—I climb astride him and slowly lower myself on his rigid flesh. He goes deeper this time and I find that I’m unable to move. The feel of him filling me is overwhelming, and when he cups the heaviness of my breasts in his hands, running his thumbs over my stiff nipples, I shudder and throwing my head back, I start coming.
“Oh, Andie,” Sawyer moans and using his heels, pushes himself deeper as I feel him coming with me.
I feel more alive than ever before when I’m with him and as I ride out my orgasm, I arch my spine and run my fingers through my hair. This action shoves out my tits. He doesn’t disappoint and quickly sitting up, he wraps his arms around my waist and sucks at my breasts, his body releasing one last time as mine ripples with awareness.
“I love you Professor Sawyer Lawrence,” I admit, wrapping my arms around his neck. “I love you,” I breathe.
His arms tighten around me and he whispers, “I love you too, just remember who said it first.”
I chuckle. “I won’t forget, but I’m guessing you won’t let me anyway.”
“Nope.” He grins. “I hate to be the one to say this, but we really need to get going.”
“I know, but I need a quick shower. My hair, I’ll do tonight.”
“You shower in here,” he says, lifting me off his cock with a slight moan. “I’ll use the guess shower. No way will we get anywhere if we get in a shower together.”
Within minutes we’re dashing around trying to shower and dress without grabbing each other. It’s frustrating, but fun as well.
I make it to the kitchen before Sawyer, so I quickly make us both travel mugs of coffee and have it in my hand to slip to Sawyer when he appears, looking as handsome as ever.
My heart flutters in my chest when he sees me, and his face lights up. He moves closer and taking the coffee, he gives me an all too brief kiss on the cheek.
“I really need to leave,” he mumbles and leans in giving me another kiss.
“So do I.” Neither one of us makes a move to part, so I reach up and press my hands against the scruff on his face. “Will you come home with me this weekend? My mom and Kasey’s wife are having a joint baby shower.”
“The thought of meeting your family terrifies me, but I want to go wherever you are.”
“Then,” I wrap my arms around his neck, and he answers by wrapping his free arm around my waist, “I can’t wait to be able to spend the weekend with you. No hiding.” I smile.
“Mmm,” he nuzzles into me, and then groans, “College,” before he quickly claims my lips in one last kiss before he’s grabbing my hand and tugging me out of the house behind him. “You have everything?” he asks before locking the door.
“I have everything I want right in front of me.” I smile and reaching up onto tiptoes, I kiss him on the nose. “So yes, I have everything.”
The soft smile in his gaze is the only thing I need to know that my words have touched him deeply. He slips his hand through mine and intertwines our fingers. He holds on and won’t release me as we get to the bottom of his driveway. I look at him and the sadness that crosses his face has me rapidly blinking away tears.
“I don’t want to let you go,” he confesses, tugging me into his arms. “But the one thing that is going to keep me going is the knowledge that I’ll be with you in about eight hours.”
Groaning, I rest my forehead against this chest. “That’s eight hours too long.”
He chuckles, and says, “Go to class,” before he smacks me on the ass.
I break free and heading down the sidewalk, I shout over my shoulder, “I think we should try that without any clothes on.” Winking, I leave him standing in shock and probably aroused, watching my departing figure.
My smile slips as soon as I round the bend in the road and my steps slow.
At twenty-four and Sawyer thirty-two, we’re both consenting adults, which makes the fraternizing rules stupid. In truth, I want to think that they are but they’re not really. If we had nothing to do with each other while at the College then I can see the rules not really applying, but unfortunately they do apply to us. He’s my tutor, my boss...and the man I love.
11
Sawyer
Wiping yesterday’s ink off the white board, I yawn into my second coffee of the day while stretching out my aching muscles. Being with Andie has used ones that I haven’t used in a very long time, if ever. She’s amazing and I’ve never met anyone like her before.
With a secret smile on my lips, I turn to grab a marker from my desk and find Janice Long leaning against the doorjamb with her eyes focused in the vicinity of my ass.
I clear my throat when her gaze doesn’t move. “Can I help you with something?”
Her eyes finally snap to mine as I raise my brows, waiting. I know she’s interested in me, I mean, she has been obvious about it, but I wish she’d get the message that I’m not interested.
“I didn’t mean to interrupt as you get ready for class, but I was wondering if you like Italian food.” She blushes and looks nervous. “There’s a new restaurant opened and I thought it would be nice if we went. Together.” W
hen I stay silent, she nervously adds, “We both eat dinner right? So why not eat it together?”
I open my mouth to answer when she interrupts, “I know you’re probably going to say no, but I just thought instead of eating alone that it would make a change.”
Now I’m going to feel like a right jerk refusing her offer, and it’s a more hesitant offer than previously.
Be honest with her!
“Janice, you know that I’m going to say no, so please stop asking.” Why can’t this woman get a clue that I’m not interested?
As the words leave my mouth students start to trickle in, one being Andie, who looks between us both, a frown crossing her brow.
For now I ignore my girl, and move closer to Janice so that I’m not talking over students. “You see I’m not available. I have a girlfriend who I love very much.” I refuse to meet Andie’s gaze when I sense her listening. “I’m flattered with your interest, but I really would just like to be only colleagues.”
“Okay. I’m sorry.” She backs out the door while looking at the students behind me. “Oh,” she suddenly says before meeting my gaze, “I really do understand now.” I watch as she glances behind me once more before meeting my gaze. “I’ll go...for now.”
I frown wondering what the hell she’s on about, but shove it at the back of my mind so that I can focus on the class, which I’ll be starting in a couple of minutes.
Sneaking a quick look at Andie, I move back to the front of the room and grabbing a blue marker pen, I start writing bullet points on the whiteboard so that I remember to stay on topic.
Writing the last point that I want to cover in todays lesson on the board, an overloud comment reaches my ears, “Pity the rules say students and professors can’t fuck.”
The heat creeps up my neck and into my face so I carry on writing and pretend I haven’t heard anything, but my heart beats rapidly in my chest when I hear, “Have some respect, Jenna,” snarled in a tone that warrants no argument.
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