“You want to send me away.” His hands stop roaming up and down my back. That tightness in my throat starts to come back again. He grips my hips.
“I only want to make things right for you. This isn't a fling to me. I tried to stay away from you when I realized that it may affect your career, but I find with you my emotions control me. I’m not used to it. I’m fucking my plan all up.”
Hope blooms in my chest. “What is your plan?”
“To trap you in my cabin and make you fall in love with me.”
“Nathan,” I gasp. Is he in love with me? I lift my head to look at him. The elevator jerks suddenly and starts to move again. The doors slide open on the same floor that we started on. Everyone turns to look at us with shocked looks on their faces. I’m still clinging to Nathan. He moves, hitting the button, and the doors close again. This time we make it to the bottom floor. I try and wiggle out of his hold, but he doesn't let me even as he tells the valet to get the car.
“Everyone is looking at us.”
“I don’t care. What’s done is done. It’s clear we’re together. It was stupid of me to think that I could try and hide it. I can’t keep my hands off you. I’m only at the party because you’re here and I was trying to make sure you have the best Christmas possible.” He does love me.
The valet pulls up, and he finally lets me down. I get in the car, and Nathan takes off. It’s clear we’re not heading toward my place.
“Where are we going?” I ask.
He glances over at me. “To finish my plan.”
I smile, wanting to tell him that he already achieved his goal. I’ve already fallen in love with him.NineteenDr. Nathan Amherst“You fire her, and I quit,” I inform Dean Campbell as I stand at the foot of the bed. I shouldn’t have answered the phone, but I figured he’d want to apologize.
“Even if you married her, it’d still be a breach of the honor code,” the doofus insists.
“Didn’t realize I was a student.”
“It applies to everyone at the university. Your reputation is going to take a hit.”
“Brother, my reputation could be on the floor, my research project in flames, and a meteor crashing into the earth, and I still wouldn’t leave her.” I disconnect and toss the phone to the side. As I pull off the lit-up Christmas tree, Kayla huffs out a sigh and looks at the ground as if this is somehow her fault.
“We’re getting married,” I announce.
She makes a face. “Is that the deal you made with Dean Campbell?”
“Nope.” I shuck off my shirt and tackle my trousers. “It’s the deal I’m making with you. Either marry me or no more of this.” I take my cock in hand.
A muffled laugh escapes her. “Are you threatening me? Or blackmailing me?”
“Both? Either? Is it working?” I don’t have much of a plan here. I just want to make love to Kayla and do my research. I can do the latter anywhere.
“Maybe.” She lifts her head enough to get a good look, and a wicked little light appears in her eyes. “What else are you proposing?”
“Besides marriage? Nothing. It’s all or nothing, babe.”
“I want it all,” she declares.
“Good girl. Slide onto your knees then and open your mouth.”
She does as she’s told.
“Flatten out your tongue and open wide.”
Her jaw drops, and whether it’s in surprise or actual obedience, I don’t care. It’s an opening and I take it. I slide my heavy weight along the slippery surface of her tongue, penetrating the humid recesses of her mouth. Her lips rub across the sensitive membranes of my shaft, and my eyes roll into the back of my head. Her hands reach out to grab my hips.
“No.” I give a stern shake of my head. No way I’ll be able to last if she touches me. “Hands behind your head,” I order.
I didn’t even know I was into this, but seeing her on her knees with her hands cupping her own skull, her mouth wrapped around my cock, the submissive posture, willing to take everything that I have, nearly floors me. “You’re going to make a real obedient little wife for me.” The words just come out. “I’m gonna tell you what to do, and you’re not even gonna have to think for a moment.”
She whimpers, and I have to lock my knees before beginning a slow shuttle in and out of her mouth. Fire whips through my veins like a golden lash. Every time she touches me, she binds me closer. I was hers from the moment she walked into my office, but each time we touch, our bonds wrap tighter. Nothing can sever us now. Not the dean, not the university, not even science itself. We will be one forever.