Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 129027 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 645(@200wpm)___ 516(@250wpm)___ 430(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129027 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 645(@200wpm)___ 516(@250wpm)___ 430(@300wpm)
Well, at least it was in the beginning. I mean, not that what we’re doing is… We’re just enjoying each other’s bodies since he is around… right? It’d be a shame to waste this time I have with him.
I bite my bottom lip and frown. Or is that wrong?
“What’s wrong?” he asks, immediately on alert.
“What?” Shit. What is he reading on my face? “Nothing.”
“You look upset.”
“I’m not upset.”
“Your face looked upset.”
“Well, I just told you that I’m not,” I snap. “Can’t a woman make whatever faces she wants to without an interrogation?”
I shove my iPad back in my leather satchel and swing it across my chest.
“A woman can,” he says. “But you don’t. You’ve got no poker face.”
I glare over at him, offended. “Please. I do, too. I grew up in Texas, and I’m a woman. All I’ve got is a poker face.”
He dips his head. “Babe. You’ve got no poker face. It’s probably why you drive your mom so nuts.”
My mouth drops open. And I pull back from him and look around. With our heads dipped together like this, we probably look far too intimate, and the last thing I need is rumors starting to fly around campus about me having a new man around when everyone already knows I’m engaged. Drew’s picture is prominently displayed on my office desk. Especially if my stalker is a student still lurking around somewhere.
“What?” Isaak quips, pulling back, his features suddenly closing down from the usual, easy-going openness. “Afraid one of your colleagues will see you with a gorilla like me?”
I frown at him. “What?”
He shifts even further back and runs a hand through his hair. “Nothing. Look, we should get out of here. We’re too exposed.”
I nod, still frowning. I probably didn’t hear what he said correctly because I’ve never met a more confident man.
I stride down the side aisle toward the door and it feels better when I hear his big footsteps right behind me. “And I do too have a poker face,” I quip over my shoulder. I mean, please. I’m the queen of persona. I have an iron façade. Impenetrable. No one ever knows what I’m thinking.
“Do not.”
“Do too.”
“Do not.”
We’ve reached the top of the large classroom, and I shove through the door, then walk across the wide hallway that’s a thoroughfare for students and into a smaller winding alcove that leads to faculty offices.
I pass by them quickly and hope no one happens to be looking out their windows when I finally, finally get to the faculty bathroom. A quick press of my badge gains me entrance.
I push the door open, then reach back at the last moment and grab Isaak’s hand to pull him in after me. The motion-sensitive light blinks on at our entrance, and I shove the door shut behind us.
“What are you—” Isaak starts to ask, but when I lean into him as I reach past to lock the door, he starts to get the picture and grins.
I back away slowly, arching an eyebrow. “I do, too, have a poker face.”
I reach up underneath the ankle-length, school-marm skirt I wear to make me seem older to my students and yank off my underwear.
Isaak’s hands are right there to meet me. He hikes me onto the counter, his zipper undone moments later.
I reach down to stroke him, eyes widening in delight when I find him already hard. Does he just walk around like that?
He kisses me with a punishing fervor, and my arms fly up to grasp his broad shoulders. His hand drops to my thigh, thumb strumming at my clit.
“Oh fuck, Isaak,” I hiss, my fingers scratching at the back of his neck.
“You want me to fuck you dirty, Princess?” He drops away from my lips and starts to bite at my ear. “You want me to be an animal for you?”
I blink, a little confused about the gruffness in his tone. We played that way the first night but not really since.
“I want you,” I say back instead. “Please, Isaak.”
I reach down and grasp him again, pulling his thick cock to where I’m wet and aching for him.
He bites down on my ear as he thrusts inside me. He doesn’t take it easy on me, and while I’m still sore from our very active long weekend, it feels so good all at the same time. It’s only been a matter of hours. He rolled on top of me first thing this morning, and I welcomed him with needy, open legs.
Only hours, but already, I’ve missed having this fullness inside me. I could so easily get addicted to Isaak Luther.
I clench down on him and kiss him again, biting his bottom lip. He’s not the only one who can be an animal, doesn’t he remember? He growls low at my move and hikes me up into his arms, turning with a twist and all but slamming my back against the door.