Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 70630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
“Harder,” I demanded.
He complied. I was wide open now, exposed, pinned down, everything I’d never wanted to be, but for Jeremy it was worth it. I wanted to give him everything.
He shifted his angle, and his cock slid over that magic spot inside me that made me see stars. “Fuck! Shit! Fuck!” I yelled.
He grinned down at me. “Stop holding it in. Show me how much you want this.”
I couldn’t hold back anymore. I groaned, whined, whimpered, and made all the sounds he seemed to love but I hated to hear come from my own mouth.
“Yes, that’s it. God, I love when you give in.”
Fuck that. I decided I’d had enough of Jeremy being in control. I grabbed his hips and rolled us until he lay flat on his back, me astride him. He stared up at me, eyes wide.
I rose until his cock nearly slipped from my body, then I eased back down.
“Fuck,” he said, the word just a whisper.
“Oh, hell yes.” I worked my ass up and down on his cock while I jacked myself off. I was close. So fucking close.
“God, Connor, this is…”
“I know. I need…” I never finished what I was going to say. My climax took me by surprise, roaring up with no hope of stopping it. I cried out his name as I came, shooting over my hand as I kept stroking my cock. He drove into me so hard I was nearly unseated, then he made a strangled sound. I leaned over him—spent and panting, barely able to support myself on my hands—as he rode out his orgasm. I loved the feel of the short, hard thrusts as they grew frantic and uncontrolled. I loved knowing that watching me come had put him over the edge.
“Wow,” he gasped as he collapsed against the mattress.
“Right?” I shifted position, rolling to the side. I winced as his softened cock slid from my ass. I’d be feeling that for a while.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Yes, I…” I was suddenly shy about having taken charge, though I wasn’t sure why. Jeremy had seemed to love it.
“That was incredible,” he said as if he’d read my mind. “I don’t mind a bossy bottom.”
I grinned. “Good. Because I fucking loved having you in my ass.”
He licked his lips. “We will definitely be doing this again.”
“You know what else I loved?” I asked.
“What?”
“Holding hands with you. Being out in public with you. I know it wasn’t the same as me telling the guys I served with or anyone else who might shun me, but—”
“No,” he interrupted me. “It was a big deal, and I was honored.”
“You know what made me stop being afraid?” I asked.
He studied me, tilting his head in a way that made his hair flop into his eyes. “What?”
I toyed with one of those errant locks. “So soft,” I murmured.
“Tell me why you held my hand.” His quiet plea was more than I could resist.
“There was a guy looking at you like he wanted you more than ice cream.”
He laughed. “Really?”
“Yes. That’s what gave me the courage to take your hand initially. I didn’t let go because I liked it.”
He kissed me gently. “I liked it too.”
20
Jeremy
Afew days after that amazing night with Connor, my phone rang as I was heading out to the coffee shop I’d been using like an office. I didn’t recognize the number, but something made me answer anyway.
“May I speak to Dr. Parks?”
I was wary. Most callers used my first name unless they wanted money. “This is he.”
“Dr. Parks, this is Melinda Braithwaite from Campton University.”
Oh fuck. Campton University had an unexpected opening on their faculty in the spring, and began a search for someone to fill the position this fall. I’d applied and been interviewed, but I hadn’t thought much about it since my inheritance. Dr. Braithwaite was the English department chair. “Good morning.”
“Indeed it is. I have the pleasure of offering you the assistant professorship.”
“Oh, wow. Thank you.” I had to sit down. I couldn’t believe how lucky I was. Yet I also felt vaguely ill, because as amazing as it was to receive an offer, I didn’t want the job. For all that Campton was a step (or five) up the academic ladder from Wentworth, I doubted the students would be much more enthusiastic or the work any more rewarding. A few months ago, I’d been desperate for a chance to escape, but now…
“You’re very welcome. We were quite impressed with you when you visited.”
“I’m so glad to hear that.” That was a major compliment. I’d had the impression that Dr. Braithwaite wasn’t easy to impress.
“I’ll be sending you an official offer letter and a packet of information today. We’re happy to answer any questions you might have.”
“Thank you.” Stall her. “I’ll be watching for the information. I’m sure I’ll have some questions once I’ve read it.” Like how much will you resent me turning it down? The academic world was nothing if not petty.