The Professor (Enemies to Lovers Book 3)

by Lila Kane

She reached out, hands gripping his hair, and squeezed when he fucked her pussy with his tongue. In and out, the pleasure so raw and intense and had to bite back a scream.

  “God—Davin—”

  The orgasm hit her hard, exploding from her center and ripping through her entire body. Waves and more waves rolled through her, pleasure stealing her breath.

  “Next time,” Davin said, mouth brushing hers, “I’ll be inside you when you come like that. Buried deep in you, owning you.”

  She started to spread her legs for him, but he slid off the desk and pulled her with him. She reached for his dick, immediately giving it a squeeze, wanting to show him the same pleasure.

  His breath hissed in. He shut his eyes briefly, letting her milk his cock with her hand. But before she could lower herself to her knees, he caught her waist and spun her around.

  He held her body against his, sliding his hands down her arms and then linking fingers with hers. Then, slowly, deliberately, he stretched her arms out and placed her hands on the desk. He bent over her, his erection sliding against her ass, and pinned her hands to the surface.

  “Spread your legs,” he murmured.

  She inched them wider, the anticipation building again. “I need you inside me,” she told him, heart thudding.

  He released her long enough to grip his dick and slide it inside of her, filling her full and deep. Then he captured her hands against the desk, and she was helpless as he picked up speed—slamming in and out of her.

  He twisted his hips, hitting the right spot, and making her cry out.

  “Shh, Savannah,” he said against her ear. “Don’t want anyone to hear us.”

  But he didn’t stop the torment, flooding her body with need again. He pressed his lips to her back, nibbling down her spine and sending shivers through her.

  “Davin.”

  “Patience.”

  But she could hear the gruffness of his voice, tell he was having trouble reining it in. He wanted her as badly as she wanted him.

  “Faster,” she said. “Harder.”

  He complied, banging into her so hard, she heard and felt his ball sack hit her over and over, teasing her clit. Her tits bounced with the force of his thrust and she pushed back, encouraging him to shove inside her even deeper.

  One last thrust and his body tightened. She could feel his cock jerk inside her, and she squeezed him tight, trying to wring every ounce of pleasure out that she could. He released her hands and pressed two fingers against her clit. He rubbed in a quick circle, and that’s all it took to shoot her over the edge again. She shuddered in ecstasy.

  Davin curled around her, arms tight across her body as the whole world spun. Her chest dropped to the desk as all the energy faded from her body. He kissed her spine again and then slid from inside her.

  His cum dripped down her leg, cooling the entire length until it reached her ankle. She breathed out, almost content to stay right where she was until her heartbeat slowed, but she forced herself to stand.

  Davin gripped her arms and kissed her hard. “I’m glad you came.”

  She grinned. “Me too.”

  He chuckled. “You know what I mean. I’m glad you came here today.” He slid one hand down her hip, brushed his fingers over her still-sensitive pussy. “I don’t want you to go.”

  “I have to work later.”

  “Call in sick.”

  “Pro—Davin. I can’t. I need the—” Savannah gritted her teeth. She hated admitting to him how much she needed the money, but she did. “I’m supposed to be there.”

  “Tell them you’re sick,” he said, adamant. He plucked her bra from the floor. “Just for tonight. I’ll take care of it.”

  “What do you mean, you’ll take care of it?”

  “The money.”

  She shook her head. Before she could speak, Davin covered her mouth with his hand.

  “Please. Just for tonight,” he said. “We’ll discuss it.”

  Torn, she lowered her chin. She didn’t want to depend on him. She didn’t want to depend on anyone. But this was the first time since she started college that she’d let herself have what she wanted, and it was nice letting her guard down.

  “Okay,” she said. “Just for tonight.”

  He lifted her chin and kissed her. “Good. Let’s get dressed.”

  Chapter 7

  ________________

  Davin

  He couldn’t help insisting she come home with him.

  She still had circles under her eyes, his first clue that she’d worked more than she’d slept over the weekend. And then when he’d seen her yawning on the drive to his house, he knew he’d made the right decision in asking her to skip work tonight.

  He’d wear her out just a little more, make sure he was fed, and then convince her to stay. Maybe even longer than tonight. Maybe for the week.

  Davin opened the car door for Savannah when they reached his house, and he helped her out despite her laughing grin.

  “Quite the gentleman,” she said.

  “That’s how it should be. It’s peaceful here. You’ll like it.”

  “I have a paper to write and I need to…” Her voice trailed off when she got her first real look at the place. “It’s…nice.”

  He chuckled. “Thanks.”

  It was his sanctuary. Tucked in the trees away from the rest of the world. Every corner of it had been designed just how he wanted it. For him and for his wife. One day.

  Only he’d never been close enough to caring about anyone enough to even think about a future with them.

  Until now.

  She didn’t say much as he took her through the kitchen, the living room, his bedroom, and then the master bath.

  “Why don’t you relax while I get started on dinner?” he said.

  “Davin…”

  “I like when you call me that.” He leaned in and kissed her. “You should do it more often. We’ll talk when you’re finished.”

  He didn’t give her a chance to argue—as he was certain she would. Savannah was used to taking care of herself. Used to working hard. He’d learned that much and more about her during their conversation at the bar. She needed to learn how to let other people help.

  Davin left her in the bathroom, stopping by his closet to pull out a robe for her. He planned on getting her out of it as soon as possible, but at least she’d feel like she had something of her own. They hadn’t even stopped by her apartment before they’d come here. He figured he’d get whatever she needed when she needed it.

  Savannah deserved it and he had the means and the want to make sure it happened.

  Once he heard the shower start, he opened a bottle of wine, set noodles to boil on the stove and put a simple sauce on a slow simmer.

  Savannah was the first woman he’d brought to his home. The first one he’d wanted to bring in. Maybe the only one he wanted to bring in. He planned on making the most of it.

  Once dinner was nearly done, he wandered back to the bedroom just as Savannah slid into the robe.

  When she turned, he caught a glimpse of her breasts before the robe closed and his dick stiffened.

  “Savannah,” he growled.

  Her fingers slid on the part of the robe before she pulled it open again.

  He forgot words, forgot dinner, and went straight for her. He shoved the robe off her shoulders, trapping her arms in the sleeves against her body, and guided her back to the bed. He lost his restraint and lifted her by the waist before tossing her back on the dark comforter.

  In seconds he had his pants off, so much blood rushing to his cock it throbbed. He crawled onto the bed, nudging her legs open with his knee. She looked like a siren laying there, dark hair spread around her like a cloud and breasts full, just waiting for him to get a handful.

  He squeezed them, and then teased the nipple until it tightened into a bud.

  “I could come just looking at you,” he murmured.

  “How about a better view, then.”

 
She sat up, getting to her knees to kiss him, and then pushed his chest. He reclined on the bed like she wanted. And when she crawled on top of him, he agreed. It was a better view. Her tits were full and round, perfect for his hands.

  Davin forgot his suggestion for patience when her pussy teased his dick. He grabbed her hips and pulled her on him, groaning when she slid all the way down, letting him go deep.

  “You feel so fucking good,” he said. “Hot and tight.”

  Her lips curved, making him even harder. And when she began to move, body rocking and twisting against his, he could only squeeze her hips tighter and encourage her to keep up the motion.

  “Damn. Savannah.”

  “Hang on,” she murmured.

  She rode him faster, her breasts bouncing and hair dripping water down to those perfect globes. And when she reached down, fingers rubbing her own pussy, he gritted his teeth as he exploded.

  His body jerked again and again as he spilled inside of her, as she continued to ride him. He swore he blacked out a minute. And when he focused again, Savannah hit her own peak, her breath catching.

  She bowed over, fingers clutching his arms, tits brushing his chest. Her cunt tightened around him over and over, milking his cock and making him come again.

  “Davin—God, I can feel you so deep.”

  When her pussy stopped convulsing, she released a breath and pillowed her head on his chest. He reveled in the feel of her cunt still tight around his dick, in her warm breaths that tickled his chest, in every single inch of bare skin that touched his.

  And he knew Savannah was made for him.

  After a moment, she looked up, eyes searching his. “Something wrong?”

  “No. Something’s right.” When she tried to move, he wrapped his arms around her to keep her still. “Not yet.”

  “What’s with the mystery?”

  “No mystery. I told you I don’t play games. I want you here. With me.”

  “I am here.”

  “I mean from now on. You belong here.”

  This time she did ease back, and then got off of him, taking away the heat. “What do you mean?”

  “I mean I’ve been falling for you the entire year. Every time I saw you come into class, something connected. Not just physically.”

  “Me too,” she said.

  “So stay the night.”

  She grinned, looking relieved. “I said I would.”

  He watched as she stood and put her robe on. “And then?”

  “Then what?”

  “I don’t want to go back to professor and student.”

  She angled her head at him, looking confused. “But you are my teacher.”

  “And I want to be more.”

  Savannah walked over to him on the bed and leaned over to kiss him. He squeezed his hand in her hair, holding her close for another kiss.

  “More,” he said again. “No more pretending there isn’t something here.”

  “No games.” She nodded. “And no more pretending.”

  Chapter 8

  ________________

  Savannah

  “Congratulations Class of 2017!”

  Savannah threw her cap in the air with the rest of her graduating class. She was finally finished. She waved to her family in the crowd before following the mass of students to the grass area nearby.

  Spence found her right away and caught her in a hug. “It’s about time. I’m sick of hearing about school and homework and projects and—”

  She laughed. “Yeah, I get it.”

  “I saw Professor McHotPants back there. He was probably looking for you.”

  “I’m not a student anymore.”

  He grinned. “No more secrets, right? You can get him off right here if you want and the faculty can’t say shit.”

  “Wow, Spence, that was probably the sweetest thing I’ve heard all day.”

  He put his arm around her shoulder. “Just saying. Now you two can be a thing and it’s no biggie.”

  “That’s true.”

  Which relieved her. Davin had been arguing with her about it for weeks. Come live with me, come to my office for a “meeting,” let’s grab dinner. And she hadn’t been able to do any of those things because she’d wanted to keep their relationship professional.

  Not to say she hadn’t tiptoed to his house a night or two and gotten lost in the sheets. After all, she’d promised him there was no more pretending. She wanted to be with Davin, and she wanted to make sure he knew it.

  But now, she didn’t have to keep it from anyone.

  Savannah kept looking for Davin, but didn’t see him. She talked with her family and took pictures with her friends, but still didn’t see him.

  When she was about to go looking for him, she spotted him. Right by the entrance to the school, shoulder propped on the brick of the building. Glasses on.

  His eyes locked on hers and her pussy ached. She walked over, her graduation cap in her hand.

  “Being antisocial?”

  He smiled. “Waiting for you.”

  Before she could answer, he grabbed her and crushed his mouth to hers. His tongue sought entrance and she opened immediately, tongue mingling with his.

  “Pro—”

  “Davin,” he murmured against her lips. “From now on.”

  “Davin. We’re not the only ones out here, you know.”

  He kept his gaze locked on hers. “And?”

  Savannah laughed. “Okay, you’re right. We can do what we want now, right?”

  “Right. And I want you.”

  She kissed the stubble on his jaw, the freedom if it all hitting her. She could kiss, touch, spend time with Davin all she wanted now.

  “I’m pretty sure the rest of my day is open. I just need to get out of these clothes.”

  He grinned, brushing his hand down her cheek. “I can help with that.”

  “I don’t doubt it.”

  “Where are we going?”

  She expected him to say his house, or her apartment, somewhere they could be alone. But he didn’t.

  “To dinner. It’s your graduation present,” he said. “Somewhere everyone can see us and know you’re mine.”

  She suppressed a shiver at the idea. “Deal.”

  “And then our place.”

  She blinked. “What?”

  He reached into his pocket and pulled out a key. “Our place. I want you to move in with me.”

  “Really?”

  “You hardly even spend time with me before because of our situation. We don’t have a situation anymore. I want you with me in my house.”

  She took the key from him. “Okay. Yes. I’ll move in with you.”

  “Good. And one more thing?”

  Her heartbeat picked up. She wasn’t sure what else he was talking about, but her mind was already reeling. They’d been careful for weeks, avoiding touching each other at school, and now he was all hers.

  “I love you, Savannah.”

  She wrapped her arms around his neck, heart bursting. “I love you, too. Professor.”

  “I’ll allow that this one last time. But then it’s Davin from now on.” He grinned. “Or sir.”

  She laughed and nodded. “Of course.”

  “Now that we’ve got that clear up…” Davin let his hand tangle in her hair. “Kiss me in front of all these people. They can’t do anything about it.”

  He was right. And right now, that’s all she wanted. To kiss him and start their lives together. “Yes, sir.”

  Epilogue

  One Year Later

  ________________

  Davin

  He finished his class and beat most of his students out of the room. It was Friday, which was usually his grading day. He’d use his after hours to finish reading papers and updating grades. But not this Friday.

  Not when he had plans for tonight.

  Not when the ring for Savannah was burning a hole in his pocket.

  He’d been waiting until the perfect moment, tryin
g to catch her off guard. And every single time, she’d suspected something.

  But tonight, after they ate dinner, he’d bring her a glass of wine and go for it. Whether she suspected it or not.

  He couldn’t wait to make Savannah his wife.

  Davin arrived at his office and swept the door open. He froze when he saw he wasn’t alone.

  Savannah grinned. She sat on top of his desk, facing him. “Hey, Professor.”

  He narrowed his eyes. “I’m only letting you call me that because I know something is going on.”

  “What gave you that idea?” she asked.

  “That’s funny. How often do you show up in my office on a Friday afternoon? Unless…” He closed his door, locked it, and walked to her. “Are we doing a repeat of that one Friday? Because then I’ll let you call me Professor all afternoon.”

  “You’ll be my love slave?”

  “That and more.”

  She put her hands on his shoulders, leaning in to give him a kiss. “I’m going to have to remember that.”

  Curiosity niggled at his gut, however, and he touched her cheek. “Why are you really here?”

  Hopefully not to ruin his plans.

  “I have a surprise for you.”

  His stomach clenched. Better not be the same surprise he had for her. “I have one for you, too.”

  Her eyes lit. “Really? You go first.”

  “No way. You came all the way to the school and waited in my office for me. You go first.”

  Savanna smiled again. “I got a job.”

  “You did?”

  “A great job. At a school. I’m going to be a teacher.”

  He hugged her tight. “I’m proud of you. You’ll be perfect. Plus…”

  She leaned back to meet his eyes. “What?”

  “You just made all my fantasies come true. Now you can be the teacher and I can be the student. The very naughty student.”

  She laughed and kissed him again. “Okay. Will you call me Ms. Peterson?”

  “How about Mrs. Holmes?”

  Her smile froze on her lips. “What?”

  “Mrs. Holmes.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out the box with the ring. “Savannah, will you marry me?”

  She didn’t hesitate. “Yes!”

  Savannah jumped off the desk and wrapped her arms around him, nearly knocking the box from his hand.