Romance: Close Encounters Boxed Set Books 1 thru 6 ( New Adult and College Series Books 1 thru 6)

by Cartwright, C. C.

  “Well, save one for me,” I quip.

  “I find the one named Ken the most Close Encounter worthy,” Deena continues.

  “Keep me posted, I gotta run,” I say over my shoulder, heading out the door.

  Chapter 5

  ~clarissa~

  I wonder where in Beverly Hills Professor Montgomery lives as I Google Map the address he gave me. Looks like a nice building of condo units on Maple Street. It takes me about half an hour to get over to his neighborhood. I park my car in front of his building and take a deep calming breath.

  Now that I am actually here, I’m getting cold feet. I’ve never done a one night stand. I think that’s what we’re doing, but I have absolutely no idea. I guess I’m fine with it. After all I have to win the challenge because I abhor housework. Checking my make-up in the rear view mirror before getting out of my BMW, I pull down my dress that has ridden up past what’s tasteful. I stride up to the entrance of his building. He told me to text him when I arrived. I peer into the lobby and see gorgeous Professor Man coming to greet me with a sexy smile playing across his kissable lips.

  “Miss Clarkson, do come in,” he greets me opening the door.

  “Hello Professor,” I murmur as suggestively as I can, even though my heart is practically beating out of my chest.

  “Please call me Grant when we’re off campus,” he commands softly.

  “Alright, but Professor sounds naughtier…” I can’t believe I just said that to him as we step into the elevator. As soon as the elevator doors close he backs me into the corner.

  “You look delicious in your dress that leaves little to the imagination,” he says brushing his lips lightly over mine as he takes a finger and lightly skims over the cleavage at my neckline. Oh my god, my knees buckle as I look down embarrassed.

  “Clarissa, get used to it,” he says pulling my chin up so I have to look into his killer ice blue eyes. The elevator doors open and he takes my hand and leads me down the expansive hallway to his unit. When we walk in I’m immediately impressed. It’s a large spacious living room, decorated impeccably for a wealthy bachelor. Neutral colors, masculine lines with a minimalist elegance. How can he afford this place on a Professor’s salary I wonder?

  “You have a beautiful condo, it’s impeccably decorated,” I tell him appreciatively.

  “My Mom is an interior designer and I just let her have a go at it,” he says off handedly. “Can I get you a drink?”

  “Yes, that would be nice,” I reply.

  “How about some white wine?” he offers.

  “That sounds perfect.” I follow him into the kitchen and take in how incredibly neat his place is. He must be an OCD neat freak, so opposite of me. After he pours us both a glass, he heads into the living room.

  “Come into the living room and make yourself comfortable.” I struggle with my inner voice and try to relax. Hopefully this wine will calm my nerves. Taking a deep breath, I sit down on the sofa.

  “Clarissa, relax,” Grant coaxes me as he sits down and turns to face me.

  “I’m trying to,” I admit candidly. Why does he unnerve me so?

  “Nothing is going to happen that you don’t want to happen,” he says reaching over and brushing my hair away from my face.

  “That’s not very reassuring,” I say softly.

  “It isn’t?” he says as more of a question.

  “No.”

  “Why?”

  “Because maybe I want something to happen,” I whisper softly leaning towards him as he reads my body language and moves in to kiss me. My eyes close and his hands are touching me. One hand has a firm hold on the side of my face and the other is rubbing my thigh right up to the top of my too-short-for-sitting dress.

  “You have amazing legs, actually your entire body is amazing,” he says, pulling away from the kiss as his eyes scan my body from head to toe, sending a rush of heat between my thighs that leaves me tingling.

  “Thank you, you’re not so bad yourself,” I say, quietly.

  “I’m making you dinner here tonight, I hope you don’t mind?”

  “No, not at all, I’ve never had a man cook dinner for me,” I say with a twinkle in my eye.

  “Come on, let’s go to the kitchen. I need to start boiling the water for the pasta.” Settling in on one of the barstools at the center island in the kitchen, I get to really check him out and I don’t have to worry about anyone catching me like when we’re on campus. His tush looks very delectable in his snug fitting jeans. His polo shirt is spread across his broad chest and biceps. You can tell he is in great shape. He definitely doesn’t look like your typical college professor. There’s a reason why his students are mostly of the female persuasion. He refills my wine glass and kisses me on the lips in the process.

  “How did you get into teaching?” I ask him as he pours the hot pasta into the colander in the sink.

  “It just sort of fell in my lap,” is all he offers.

  “Do you enjoy it?” I ask.

  “I do, actually. Writing has always been a passion of mine, so teaching English comes easily to me. Your initial essay was very good by the way, original thoughts presented in a unique voice. You are a talented writer. I’m looking forward to reading more of your work.”

  “Why thank you, that means a lot to me coming from you Professor. You aren’t just stroking my ego?” I say suggestively.

  “No, I really do mean it. I don’t ever give false praise,” he says piercing me with his eyes. I want to skip dinner and go straight to dessert. My panties are getting wetter by the minute just from watching him cook for me! Dinner is ready and the table is set. He lights some candles and dims the lights creating a very impressive romantic ambience.

  “How often to you make dinner for college coeds Professor?” I ask, forgetting my manners.

  “This is the first time Clarissa,” he replies in all seriousness.

  “Why do I find that hard to believe? What makes me so special?” I really do find that hard to believe.

  “I will be honest, I have no idea. In the two years I have been teaching I have never succumbed to any of the tempting coeds. All I know is that I felt drawn to you that very first day in class. It’s something in your eyes, your demeanor and your body language that spoke to me,” he says scrutinizing me. Yeah, my body language was saying use me no doubt, I think to myself. But I just pass him a knowing smile.

  “Where did you grow up?” he asks.

  “In Orange County, Corona Del Mar to be exact,” I offer.

  “Near the beach, it’s nice down there behind the Orange Curtain,” he muses.

  “How about you, where did you grow up?”

  “Not far from here in Beverly Hills.”

  “This pasta is delicious by the way. Where did you learn to cook like this?”

  “Thank you. I guess I just taught myself. How hard is it to follow a recipe?” he replies.

  “Well, I can’t cook to save my life,” I admit.

  “You probably never had to. If you put your mind to it I’m sure you could cook.”

  “You’re great in the kitchen, that’s such a turn on.” I wonder if it carries over into the bedroom.

  “Warming up for the bedroom,” he says with the most wickedly delicious smirk playing across his face. I have to take a sip of my wine to cool myself down, looking away from the penetrating gaze that makes me feel like he can see into my soul.

  “How many lovers have you had?” he asks as if he is talking about the weather.

  “Umm, one,” I stammer out in my poor English.

  “You’re young, I’m not surprised,” he replies.

  “How many lovers have you had?” I fire right back at him. I am genuinely curious.

  “I would have to think about it,” is all he gives as an answer.

  “That many?” I ask.

  “Are you ready for dessert?” he asks, evading the question. He stands up and clears our empty plates from the table. He is such a gentleman and romantic
too. It’s all a bit unnerving. I’m not used to being with a real man. I have to just be myself and not let him intimidate me. He starts to walk into the kitchen and I follow him. He rinses the dishes off at the sink as I lean against the granite covered center island. I want his hands on me; something about him exudes a confidently raw sex appeal like I’ve never experienced before. But I’m afraid sleeping with him will ruin me for all of the college guys who will pale in comparison. If I was smart, I would get the hell out of here.

  “Professor Montgomery?”

  “Yes Miss Clarkson,” he teases back as he wipes off his hands and walks over to me and wraps his arms around me.

  “I better get going,” I say nervously.

  “Why?” he looks at me curiously as if I have sprouted a second head.

  “This isn’t right for me,” I continue.

  “What do you mean?”

  “I’m afraid you’ll ruin me for anyone else,” I say in a faint whisper looking down at his lips.

  “Oh, I’m sure I will,” he says as his lips claim mine and our tongues entwine in a passionate kiss that I feel all the way down to my toes. I know there’s no turning back now. Grant pulls me up against him and I surrender into this all consuming kiss. I can feel him hardening against my belly and it’s so tantalizing my insides clench and tighten in anticipation of him inside me, filling me. All six feet of him picks me up as I wrap my legs around him and he walks us to his bedroom. He gently places me down on the bed and covers me with his body.

  “I want you naked Miss Clarkson,” he commands as he leans back on his knees and his hands slide up the hem of my dress. He pushes the tight knit fabric all the way up past my waist, then up over my head and now I’m splayed out before him in just my black lace lingerie. The way he gazes down at me with that look of pure lust sends my pulse racing. I feel powerfully sexy to have a hold over a man like Grant. He takes his shirt off and I take in his wonderfully sculpted and toned body. Next his jeans come off and boy does he look amazingly sexy as hell in just his tight briefs. He is on top of me again and he begins to kiss me deeply as his hands cup and lightly squeeze my breasts. My hands slide across his washboard stomach and bare muscled chest. His lips trail down to my breasts and he unhooks the front clasp of my bra, letting my breasts spill out.

  “God, they’re beautiful,” he murmurs just before he begins his assault and starts licking my nipples luxuriantly. His touch elicits delicious sensations in my body as he caresses my breasts, stroking his thumbs over the erect tips. I feel so wanton as I wrap my legs around him and my hands run through his hair. Now I’m panting softly as he drives me wild with want for him. He continues kissing down my stomach and I tense slightly as he gets closer to my lips below. He gently tugs my panties down and off with no objection from me. He spreads my legs and flicks his tongue over my sensitive nub as I let out a gasp and throw my head back, writhing with pleasure.

  “Oh my God,” I gasp out. This is so naughty and I love it I. I still can’t believe that I am here with Grant and he is feasting on me like I’m his last meal. I’m about to go over the edge when he stops. My eyes open and he has come back up to my face.

  “You’re so ready for me,” he taunts dipping a finger inside my wetness as I spread my legs so willingly for him.

  “Yes,” is all I can pant out my voice thick with desire for him. He leans over the bed to open his nightstand drawer, pulls out a foil wrapper and tears it open with his teeth. He tosses the wrapper onto the floor and I make a mental note to remember to retrieve that wrapper and put it in my purse. Grant rolls on the condom and I glance down at his rock hard shaft. Oh my he’s a big boy.

  “You’re so big,” I exclaim, a little alarmed by his size.

  “Don’t worry Clarissa, I will be gentle…this time,” he promises soothingly. He mounts me and guides his shaft into me. I let out a long, slow sigh as he eases in. I’ve never been so stretched or filled to the brim.

  “Let me get used to you,” I murmur, as I grip his shoulders. He kisses and gently sucks on my neck, then starts to slide in and out with slow shallow strokes.

  “Please don’t give me a hickey,” I beg.

  “I want to mark you,” he growls.

  “No don’t!” I say, but I suppose that would be another souvenir…He props himself up on his elbows, looking down at me as I meet him thrust for thrust.

  “You feel so good, nice and tight,” he says huskily. I reach my hands around and grab his delectable buns.

  “I love your buns,” I breathe out.

  “I love your tits,” he says as he watches them jiggle with each thrust into me.

  “Come on Professor, can’t you find a more eloquent word than tits?” I scold breathlessly.

  “How about bodacious breasts?” he asks.

  “Much better.” I can barely get out the words as I get lost in the bliss of him inside me, stroking me closer to the edge. He continues to pound into me faster and his breathing becomes ragged and labored. We’re both about to let the ecstasy wash over us.

  “I’m about to go over the edge with you,” he cries out, as he slaps into me and I spasm around him.

  “Oh my God….” he grunts out loudly as we both get lost in this most delicious sensation. He collapses on me and our heartbeats race together as we try and catch our breath.

  “That was earth shattering,” he whispers into my ear, and a shiver runs down my spine.

  “Oh my God, yes,” I nod in agreement. He slowly rolls off me and I slide out of bed to go and find my way to the bathroom attached to his master bedroom. I walk into an enormous and immaculate marble bathroom. I look at myself in the mirror and think, what have I done? Now I will have to see him in class every day. I’m kicking myself for not using better judgement at who I chose for these Close Encounters. The question is, will I be able to stop at just once with Grant? I finish using the bathroom and need to go find my dress and that discarded foil wrapper.

  “What are you looking for? Come back to bed,” Grant calls out to me as I stumble around his dark bedroom.

  “I need to get going,” I say, the clock on the nightstand glowing 12 midnight.

  “You are NOT driving back to that USC neighborhood at this hour. You’re sleeping here tonight,” he commands a little heatedly, and I know there will be no argument. I crawl under the covers and he wraps his arms around me as I rest my head on his chest.

  “You smell so sweet,” he says softly.

  “Thank you.” It feels good lying in his arms, but I remind myself not to get too comfortable. This may be the only time I’m in his bed. No, I take that back, this WILL be the only time I’m in this bed, be realistic Clarissa.

  “And you taste even better,” he taunts.

  “Stop it, you embarrass me,” I scold.

  “I told you, you’ll have to get used to it. I say it like it is, I don’t mince words,” he replies matter of factly. I don’t understand why he keeps saying get used to it. Who is he fooling? When I walk out that door tomorrow morning, we will most likely go back to being Professor Montgomery and Miss Clarkson, as if this night never happened. No more words are said as we both drift off to sleep.

  ******

  Sunlight fills my eyes in the morning and I breathe in the aroma of coffee. I startle awake not remembering where I am. Once I do remember my palms go to cover my eyes from the harsh sunlight and the harsh reality of what I did last night. Sleeping over was a bad, bad idea.

  “Good morning,” I hear a very male voice say. Looking towards the doorway of Grant’s bedroom, there he appears looking sexy as all get out in just boxers. Will we be going for round two? Uh oh, where is that wrapper? I panic as my eyes scan the bedroom floor along the side of the bed.

  “Good morning,” I say back as he sits on the bed next to me. I sit up, holding the sheets up to cover my chest. He tugs the sheet out of my hands and it drops down exposing my breasts. “Why are you so shy about those bodacious breasts of yours? They are magnificent perfection.�
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  “Stop it, please,” I blush, “I don’t like all of the attention they bring me.”

  “Yes, I’m sure they do. Girls pay thousands of dollars to have breasts as beautiful as yours,” he compliments, staring at them.

  “Enough already, let’s change the subject and quit staring at them! I’m hungry,” I say. He stands up and goes over to his large dresser on the other side of the room.

  “Here, put this on and come on out to the kitchen and I will make you breakfast. Do you want pancakes or bacon and eggs?” he asks. I could really get used to all of this pampering…

  We enjoy a filling breakfast together and I get dressed and am at the door ready to leave.

  “When can I see you again?” Grant asks, wrapping his arms around me.

  “Tomorrow in class,” is all I offer.

  “When can you come over again?” he presses.

  “Oh, I have lots of homework.”

  “You can do your homework here,” he says encouragingly.

  “Look Professor, you don’t have to do this. I’m a big girl, I understand if it was just this once.”

  “Miss Clarkson, once is not enough for me. I want to see all of you again. Do I make myself clear?” He goes all Alpha Male on me.

  “I will text you,” is all I commit to.

  “Fair enough, see you in class tomorrow. Let me remind you that I always get what I want,” he clips out.

  “Oh, I’m sure you do, Professor,” I say suggestively. As I walk out he pats my behind and closes the door.

  When I walk into our apartment, Deena is having a bowl of cereal at the dining room table and Kara is on the sofa doing some homework.

  “Hey girl, doing the walk of shame this morning?” Deena quips out.

  “Haha, very funny. Are you jealous?” I retort.

  “How do you know I didn’t get lucky last night too?”

  “Knowing you, you did with Ken upstairs.”

  “Did you really have a Close Encounter last night?” Kara asks.

  “Yes,” I say calmly. Kara’s eyes go wide with surprise. I guess she didn’t think I had it in me. To be honest, I didn’t think I had it in me either. Not sure how I feel about it all.