Bad Professor (An Alpha Male Bad Boy Romance) (70 page)

I did, but it was almost too much. "I
would, but I'd hate to disappoint the boy at the door. Maybe next time."

"Yeah, anytime you want." He
leaned down and picked up the dog, grabbing a bag of stuff and heading to the
door.

How
about now? Tomorrow? Forever?

Chapter
26

Vivian

I climbed to my feet and walked to his
bedroom, stopping before entering it and simply admiring the dark, silk sheets
that stretched across his four-post bed. Something about the sensual
masculinity of the room left my body aching for many long nights working to
turn his sheets into a sweaty mess.

"You like it?" He whispered
softy as he slid his hands over my shoulders.

"Yeah. Unzip my dress." I
glanced over my shoulder to watch his expression move from adoration to lust.
"Make love to me."

"As often as you'll let me,
Viv." The zipper was pulled down slowly, and the dress dropped to my feet.
He worked on my bra as he swiped his tongue along my upper back. The sweet
sensation of his fingers pushing the bra from my breasts was only outdone by
the delicious pressure of his hands squeezing my breasts softly, his fingers
tugging carefully at my nipples.

"I want you like this all the
time." He pressed his teeth to the side of my neck and bit down carefully
as one hand moved from my breasts down into my panties.

I cried out as his fingers slipped through
my folds, playing with the sticky wetness that he caused. I arched my hips
forward as he licked at the bite and ran his nose up my ear.

"I want in here." He rimmed my
opening and dipped his finger into me as I arched again, not caring at all how
needy I appeared. There was no one to lie to. Least of all myself.

"I need you inside of me." I
reached back and slid my hand into his hair before turning my face and sinking
into the sensual kiss he offered me. I turned and worked on his shirt as we
continued to make love to each other's mouths, taking our time to enjoy every
moment of the kiss.

Pulling back, I slipped my fingers into
his shirt and forced it off of his broad shoulders as his fingers moved up my
waist, encircling my nipples playfully.

"You're insanely beautiful. Like you
just walked out of my dreams. Did you know that? That I'm smitten with
you?" He leaned down and kissed me again, pressing his chest to mine as
his hands raced up my back, his palms flat as he held me to him.

"I feel the same, baby." I
pushed at him just enough to reach between us and work on his pants. His body
was rock hard, his cock thick and erect, as if waiting impatiently for another
session with some part of me. I backed up until I bumped into the bed, but kept
my hand in his. "I want you on top of me."

"I like that." He nodded toward
the bed. "Get up there."

"Yeah," I breathed in between
the annoying little pants that left me. My heart was racing, though he'd made
love to me before. This time felt completely new. Different.

Crawling up the bed, I laid down on my
back and reached for him as he spread himself above me, pushing at my legs with
his knees.

"Open up to me, Viv. Give me a
chance." He pressed the thick head of his cock against me and I arched my
back, my skin almost too sensitive.

"I want to," I moaned as he sunk
down into me. "I want to so damn bad."

"Then do it, baby. I'm giving into
you." He rested his arms on either side of my head and pressed in farther.
The groan that left him melted the remaining resistance in me.

Pleasure wrapped around my center as he
lifted up and pressed down hard, impaling me with this thickness. I encircled
his waist with my legs and dug my nails into his back as he calmly sucked at my
lips and fucked me like no one ever had. There was far more love involved than
I could remember enjoying before.

"You're so perfect." He glanced
down between our bodies as his muscles flexed and he shoved himself back into
me. "I wanna see you."

"Let me on top." I held on
tightly as he rolled us, and sat up, rolling my hips to keep the delicious
pressure building inside of me. My fingers dug into his chest and my hair hung
all around me as I lifted up and slammed back down. I wanted to keep his rhythm
– slow, deep, and sensual – but as I approached orgasm, all bets were off.

"Oh God," I groaned as I lifted
up and worked him faster.

"Vivian. Fuck, baby." He gripped
my hips. "I don't have a condom on yet."

"Don't come. Just let me have this
one to myself." I reached for his hands, pulling one up to cup my breasts
together and the other to my throat.

He grunted as his muscles locked. Nothing
would ever be sexier than watching him hold back for me. "Hurry, baby."

I nodded and pressed against his strong
hands as I closed my eyes and lifted my chin to the ceiling, enjoying the
feeling of him deep inside of me.

He threw every curse word into the air as
I came hard, my body tightening as I screamed loudly and took every ounce of
pleasure he offered me.

I finished riding the high and pressed
back on him, taking him fully back into me before opening my eyes and sitting
up.

He was almost pale, his breathing off and
eyes wide. "That was by far the hottest thing I have ever seen. Please
tell me that we get to do this every time we're together."

I chuckled and lifted my hips, squeezing
him as I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth. "Get a condom and stop
flattering me. It will get you nowhere."

He smirked. "I'm exactly where I want
to be, vixen."

Moving off of him, I dropped to the bed
beside him and rolled onto my back as I sucked air as fast as I could. In the
middle of the orgasm, I hadn't realized how out of breath I was.

"Roll on your side. I want to hold
you against me and take my time." He crawled back onto the bed as I moved
onto my side. After scooting in tightly to my back, he pressed himself back
into me, using the tight grip he had on my hip coupled with his other hand
wrapped around the bedpost.

I cried out at the wickedly delicious
tension.

"Yeah, Viv. That's it, girl. Just
relax. No rush. No hurry." He ran his hand down my side and slid his other
arm under my head, wrapping it around my chest and holding me tightly against
him. He spent the next two hours whispering words of adoration and worship into
my ear and against my damp flesh as he brought me over the edge multiple times.
It was the most incredible experience of my love life.

"My turn," he whispered roughly
and turned us, pressing my chest into the bed as he lifted my hips and gripped
my ass tightly. "I need to fuck you for a few minutes, Viv. No making
love, just for a minute. Tell me I can."

"Do it. I want to experience every
part of you." I stretched out my hands and arched my back hard, offering
myself up for whatever he needed.

"Thank you, baby." He gripped my
hair tightly and kept a handful of my ass as he drove himself into me faster
and harder than I'd ever been fucked. I came again about the time he lost
himself, but his speed kept true, his body needing something intense to bring
him over the edge after our long night of making love.

He collapsed onto my back, breathless and
panting for air. "I'm in love with you. I know you don't want to hear it,
but I want you in my life, in my bed, everywhere I am, Viv."

"I think I do too," I turned my
face as tears burned my vision. "Just don't cheat on me."

"Never, baby. Not in a million
years." He moved off of me, but pulled at my hip, turning me to press my
back against his chest as he wrapped his arms around me and let out a long
sigh.

"Best night of my life." He
kissed my neck over and over until I let sleep take me under. I was safe with
him for now, and I could learn to trust him, or I hoped I could.

Chapter
27

Easton

I woke the next morning with her still in
my arms. I'd already showered the night before after she slipped into a deep
sleep, but holding her through the night was something I couldn't deny myself
the chance to do. I'd confessed my desires during our love-making, but like anyone
with any sense in their head, she'd want to hear it when we weren't naked and
fucking each other like animals. I could understand that.

I fixed breakfast and left a note on the
counter that her plate was sitting wrapped up in the microwave. I had to meet
with Jon and stop by to see my folks before heading to the airport. I should
have woken her up before leaving, but she was too peaceful lying in the midst
of my dark sheets. Her silky, crimson locks were spilled out across my bed, her
breasts heavy and half uncovered as she lay on her side sleeping soundly.

Canceling the trip seemed like a good idea
until I walked out of the building and headed downtown. My career was going to
be the only mistress that Vivian would have to contend with, and it was
honestly going to be up to me to figure out just how to balance the two of
them. I couldn't let one or the other down. Sadly enough, my career was still
pulling slightly ahead of my love life, even though I was almost a hundred
percent sure that I'd found the girl I'd be proposing to in the future.

The drive downtown was a bear, but I only
spent an hour in the car, which wasn't too terribly bad. Jon's secretary,
Sherry, greeted me as I walked in.

"Hi, Mr. Parks. Nice to see you
again. I assume your trip to Florida went well?" She stood and pressed her
hands on the top of her elevated desktop.

"It was great." I put the packet
of my reports in front of her. "Here are my write-ups. Just send them back
to me when you guys have reviewed them. I'm in L.A. this next week, but I'll
check in the following week to see if you or Jon need anything else from
me." I turned as Jon stuck his head out of the large double doors and
smiled at me.

"Good. I was just about to have
Sherry call you. Come on in. I have twenty minutes and then I need to run. I
think Bethany is having contractions." He waved me in. "Let's make
this the quickest meeting we've ever had."

"Jon, this can wait. Go to the
hospital or wherever you need to be." I walked into his office as he
closed the door.

"No, it's good. Her mother is with
her, and honestly, I can't stand the woman. I do need to head out in twenty
minutes. So seriously, take a seat and let's talk." He sat down behind his
large cherry-wood desk. "You turned in your reports?"

"Oh, course I did." I took a
seat and adjusted my tie. "I spoke with Jeffry Bryan just before leaving,
he's one of the main managers on staff at-"

"La Mage. I know Jeffry. He called
this morning, but I haven't had time to get back in touch with him." Jon
brushed his fingers over his mustache. "Did something happen?"

"Yeah. He pulled me into a private
room on Saturday night and said that they'd somehow seen several reviews that
Kevin was touting about on food items that they know he didn't try. They're
talking about a slander suit against us if those reviews go live." I sat
back, a little more deflated by having to be the bearer of bad news than I
thought I would be.

Jon stood up as his face turned red.
"What? Are you fucking kidding me?"

"No, Jon. They have his order list
from his room service, and they have cameras that they've checked. The guy is a
fucking weasel. I told you that before I left for the trip. I wasn't being an
ass. He's a really shitty guy." I pressed my hands to my knees. "I'll
write up everything I witnessed and transcribe the conversation with Jeffry,
too. We'll just get him to sign off on his portion of it so you'll have the
right amount of ammo to let Kevin go."

"Aww...fuck." Jon slumped down
in his chair. "Do you know how hard it is to find a food critic? It's damn
near impossible. We had this conversation already, too."

"I know, but I'm going to help out. I
know I haven't been here but a few years, but I'm looking to spend my career
here, which means helping the company grow in all areas." I stood and
slipped my hands into the pockets of my pants. "I think I might have found
someone that would be great for us. She's going to work on putting together
some reports for you. Would you be willing to look them over and maybe bring
her in to talk to you?"

"Is she green, Easton? You know that
I can't put someone fresh from the streets in Kevin's position. The press would
never go for that." He ran his fingers through his salt and pepper hair
and shook his head. "Why is it when everything seems to be going good that
the rug just has to get pulled out from under you?"

"I'll let you get to your wife, but
don't sweat this. We'll figure it out. I can critique food until we find the
right person." I shrugged. "I'd do that for you."

"You're already killing yourself for
us." He stood and extended his hand. "Thanks for bringing this into
me, Easton. I really appreciate it. It just shows your loyalty to our brand.
Get that shit typed up for me and give me the reports so we're covered when I
bring Kevin in. What a fucking waste."

"I will, and promise me that you'll
read over the girl's reviews." I lifted my eyebrow, not willing to let him
off the hook that easily.

"Alright. Shit. I'll read them, but
you know how I feel about newbies." He picked up his phone. "Be safe
on your flight and check in later this week sometime."

"Will do, boss. Tell Bethany good
luck for me. I'll be thinking about you guys." I turned and walked to the
door as he picked up a call and started yelling at some poor schmuck about
stock values.

I waved to Sherry and walked to the car as
the notion of bringing Vivian into the company shifted from a possibly good
thing to maybe not my best idea by a long shot. I figured we'd start dating
after my trip to L.A. if she was being straightforward about wanting to give it
a shot, but maybe I was doing too much. She didn't seem like the kind of woman
who would be overly appreciative of a man ruling all areas of her life.

Maybe I needed to let her land her own job
and not stick my nose into her business until I talked to her a little about
it. I huffed loudly as I reached the car and dismissed the whole idea. It
wasn't unlike me to start taking over bits and pieces of some girl's world to
make them secure for her. If something happened between us, like a fallout, she
wouldn't feel like she was just losing her man, but her job, her apartment.

"Leave it be," I grumbled to
myself as I got into the car and drove out of the city to see my folks. The
ranch was beautiful and sat nestled into the hills forty minutes out of town. I
didn't have more than an hour before I needed to head to the airport, but it
was enough time to check in with my folks.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket as I
walked to the door, half expecting to see a text or missed call from Vivian,
but I had nothing. I texted her quickly that I hoped she had a great day and to
call me later. It wasn't overbearing and it made me feel better to reach back
out to her. Most girls would have read into me leaving a note after a long
night of sex as something negative. I didn't figure Vivian the type, but now
that I was away from her, I wasn't so sure.

"Hey, handsome. I was wondering if
you forgot us." My mom walked out of the house and wrapped her arms around
me, pulling me into a warm hug and kissing the side of my face several times.
"Why is your skin so soft?"

"I've decided to invest in skincare
products?" I lifted my eyebrow playfully.

"You big, hairy girl." My father
walked out of the house and extended his hand to me. "Good to see you,
son."

"You too, Dad." I gave him a hug
and pat on the back before walking into the house. The smell of bacon wrapped
around me, and I breathed in deeply. I should have brought Vivian with me for
breakfast. My mom and dad would have loved her. The sooner I introduced them,
the sooner she would know how serious I was about trying to make our lives mesh
together.

"So tell us about your trip to
Miami." My mom rubbed the top of my back as we walked into the kitchen.

"Where are Clint and Jake?" I
glanced around before moving to the stove and picking up the tongs.

"They're on a last minute hunting
trip. Clint called to see if they should invite you, but momma told them that
you were on a business trip." My dad sat down at the breakfast counter and
pulled a coffee cup toward him. "You need to take some time off, Easton.
You've been going at it for two years. We barely get to see you at all
anymore."

"Yes. I agree. Having off on
Christmas day and Easter on occasion isn't going to work." My mom took the
tongs from me and bumped me with her hip. "Get a cup of coffee and go sit
by your dad. He misses you."

My dad pressed his hand to his face as he
fake cried in his usual dramatic fashion.

I rolled my eyes and moved up behind him,
wrapping him in a hug and digging my chin into his shoulder as he screamed like
a woman.

"Oh yeah? Is that the one tear you
cried for me, old man?" I laughed as he twisted violently, trying to shake
me off.

"Don't hurt him please. You know he's
getting old." My mother sat a cup of coffee in front of me as I slid into
the seat next to my dad.

"I'm not old. I'm a freaking spring
chicken." My dad glanced at me, waiting.

"I'm not making the chicken
sound." I swatted at him as he turned to attack me.

"Boys. Stop it. I want to hear about
this girl, East. I know you're on a tight schedule. Warm your mother's heart
and tell me that she might be the one." My mom stopped and glanced over at
me. Funny enough, my father did too.

"Yeah, she might be her." I
shrugged. "Actually, she is. I'm just not sure if she thinks I'm
him."

"She will, son. Just be yourself and
pull back some on your damn job. Women need attention, and if she's a looker,
then some old dog's waiting for a chance to steal her from you." My dad
elbowed me in the side. "Ain't that right, Mary?"

"Yes. It is." My mom moved
toward us and placed a big plate of bacon down. "Don't eat all that. I'm
working on eggs now, and listen to your father. Your job should be important,
but there comes a time when everything has to play second string to your family,
baby. Now is that time."

She was right, but I wasn't sure how to
readjust things or if I was ready to make that deep of a commitment. Surely
Vivian would understand and give me a few more years to get ahead. I was so
close to being invited into the executive inner circle. A few more years and
I'd be there. We could get to know each other and slowly move toward the next
level of commitment.

"No girl worth having is going to
hang out and wait on you to choose her over that job. Hear me now. You'll lose her."
My dad rubbed my back. "Is she worth giving up a few of your dreams
for?"

"I don't know, Dad. I think so, but
if I'm being totally honest, then I really don't know yet."