by Gigi Thorne
Chapter Fifteen
One year later…
The front door of our house bangs open, and I grin. Carter is home from work, and he’s mine, all mine, at least for the next couple of days.
After he quit his job, he used his own money to fund a writer’s retreat, and now he gets to teach on his own terms, offering writers’ workshops and ongoing classes. He’s published his second thriller, and it did even better than the first.
He’s going to be cutting back on the classes for the next few months, though, because we’ve got our wedding to plan for. I would have married him the day after he quit his job, and he bought me a ring right away, but he insisted that we put off the date for a year. He said I needed some time to think about it, to be sure I wasn’t making a decision I’d regret.
My parents didn’t speak to me for months after I left college. I left Briarthorne in the middle of the spring semester because the taunts and snarky comments got to be too much for me. I started up again at a state college this semester, majoring in journalism. My father finally came around, asking to make amends, and he seems genuinely remorseful. He’s separated from my mother, and in treatment for his drug and alcohol use. Our relationship is still fragile, but it’s evolving. My mother has completely cut both of us out of her life, and last I heard she was in Turkey banging a twenty-year-old tour guide. Whatever. Hope she’s having fun.
Louise is still cancer-free, and she reluctantly accepted Carter’s help for a while. Then he helped her some more by funding her baked goods company, which is doing quite well. Melody made a website for her and does all of her social media marketing. Louise is selling her product to local restaurants and grocery stores, and she’s able to pay all her own bills now.
Carter introduced Melody and her boyfriend to his publisher, and now they’re publishing their graphic novel versions of literary classics.
And Savannah’s in rehab, and her boyfriend, who got busted dealing on campus, is in prison.
Which means I’ve got nobody to worry about and nothing to do this weekend except laze around with my fiancée, the former Professor Carter Lowe. I let my gaze rove over him appreciatively. He’s wearing a t-shirt and jeans and loafers, and a tweedy jacket with leather patches on the elbow. That’s my sexy professor.
But he’s got a wicked gleam in his eye that has me a little worried.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” I demand.
“Did you write your essay for your Ethics in Journalism class yet?”
“I’ve got all weekend!” I whine. “I can write it Sunday night! I just want to relax and have fun!”
“Oh, Josie, bad girl.” He tsks and shakes his head. “Have I taught you nothing?”
“Yes, literally nothing,” I say, and I stick my tongue out at him. Then I leap out of bed and try to make a run for it, because I know what’s coming, but he’s on me in a flash.
He catches me easily, pinning me from behind. “First the punishment. Then you write your essay.”
I don’t know exactly what he’s going to do to me, but I know it’ll be exactly what I want. He wrestles me over his lap, and I squeal and fight him, but he’s strong. His cock is already hard and throbbing against the softness of my belly, and I want to tell him to just fuck me already. I know that will just make him draw out my punishment—should I or shouldn’t I?
He runs his palm over the cheek of my bottom, and I wriggle with anticipation. He makes a little humming noise in his throat, and I know he’s deciding whether to spank me or finger me, whether to tease me with one of his toys or just make me crawl to him and beg him for his cock. I’m so hot already, just from the thought of it, that I could come, I know I could, from just a single stroke to my pussy. But he knows me too well, and he teases me, his fingers straying close but never close enough.
I wriggle impatiently in his lap, pressing my thighs together, aching for his touch as he considers how to punish me. How to make me feel good. How to teach me a lesson.
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