The Risqué Contracts Series (19 page)

She was about to walk through the door when I called her name, “Charlotte.” She stopped instantly, almost frozen, then slowly pivoted in my direction. Her soft brown eyes were wide, and confused. Her pretty little mouth parted in shock.

“I’d like to see you in my office after the exam on Monday.”

“S
o, you’re totally fine if I toss out your box of signed books?” My sister’s voice was laced with ironic humor. Understandably so since she knew damn well that I’d kill her if she did any such thing.

“What? No! Not my preciouses.” I ran forward and got between her and the box in question. “I stood in line for hours to get some of these babies signed. They are my most prized possessions. You can’t throw them away.”

“You know I didn’t mean it,” she reassured me. “But I had to do something to grab your attention. I don’t think you’ve heard a word I’ve said. Is it finals? Don’t worry about them so much. You’re set to graduate a semester early when the trend is to take five years instead of four. You’ve already been accepted to your top two grad school choices. In the grand scheme of things, these last few tests won’t mean much, and knowing you I’m sure you’ll ace them anyway.”

“It’s not finals,” I admitted, pausing to gather my thoughts, trying to find the words to properly explain to Elisa why I’d been so distracted. I took a moment to appreciate the beauty of my new fully furnished apartment before walking over to the couch and slumping down onto the soft cushions.

She followed me over and sat down beside me. “It’s time to spill the beans, Charlotte. I’ve let you get away with keeping your lips zipped, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t noticed you’ve been off lately. For months.”

“Crap,” I sighed. “It must be more noticeable than I thought if you noticed, since you’ve had your hands full with Brysen and Gregory.”

She crossed her arms over her chest, a sure sign she wasn’t about to give up on getting me to talk. “Yeah, and if you want to tell me without my hubby listening in and taking over, you better start talking now.” She glanced down at the diamond watch on her wrist, a gift from Brysen at the birth of their son. “They left for their walk to the park five minutes ago.”

“Which means we have maybe five minutes left,” I joked, well aware that Brysen didn’t like to leave his wife’s side. It didn’t get me a laugh from my sister. She just glared at me, tapping her foot while she waited for me to begin my story. I’d run out of time.

“There’s this guy,” I began, and her eyes lit up.

“A guy,” she breathed. “I should have known! I can help with a guy situation a lot easier than I can with the whole grad school thing because I didn’t want to unduly influence you. Tell me all about him. Did you meet him on campus? Is he part of the reason you’re having a hard time picking which school to attend next year?”

“You could put it that way,” I drawled, interrupting her litany of questions. “And yes, I did meet him in class.”

“Is he a senior too? Are you waiting to hear which grad school he’s been accepted to or is he planning to head straight into the job market after graduation? And why haven’t I met him yet?”

“Lissa!” I snapped. “You aren’t making this any easier for me, so I might as well just spit it out. Gabe isn’t a student. He’s a professor. I’m in love with one of my professors.”

“Your professor?” Brysen barked out from behind me. I hadn’t heard the door open when they returned. “What the fuck is his last name? The bastard should have known better than to mess around with one of his students.”

“Watch the language,” Elisa snapped as she rushed over to lift Gregory out of his stroller. “And give my sister a chance to explain before you go all caveman on her behalf.”

“He hasn’t done anything wrong,” I hurriedly explained. “He doesn’t even look at or call on me. We’ve barely spoken to each other, not even in class, which is saying a lot considering professors and students are supposed to interact.”

Elisa handed the baby off to Brysen and sat down next to me again, hugging me to her side.  “Is that why you’ve been so distracted lately? You’re suffering from unrequited love?”

“I think so,” I sighed. “There have been moments when I would have sworn the connection went both ways, but I think it’s time for me accept the fact that he would have done or said something if he was even remotely interested in me.”

“Unless he’s been biding his time until you aren’t his student anymore,” Brysen grumbled.

“You mean like you did when you pretended you didn’t want to buy our house so I’d be forced to show you a dozen homes you had no interest in buying?” Elisa teased.

Brysen pointed between himself and my sister. “Our situation”—then his finger turned in my direction—“is entirely different from some professor perving on your baby sister.”

“Ignore that part and focus on the first part of what my caveman hubby had to say because as he once told me, he’s a man so he understands how guys think. Which means it’s entirely possible that your professor really is interested.”

“Well, he did tell me he wanted to see me after the exam tomorrow.”

Elisa jabbed a finger into my side. “See, maybe Professor Hottie has been keeping his hands, eyes, and voice from you all semester long because he didn’t trust himself around you. Now that your class is over, he could be ready to make his move.”

“I don’t know,” I murmured, finding it hard to believe it was remotely possible. Not after the way he’d ignored me for months. “If he was waiting because of the college’s fraternization rule then why would he act now?”

“Because you won’t be an undergrad student there after this week,” Elisa answered.

If only it were that simple. “But he doesn’t know I’m graduating early. And, what happens if I choose to stay here for school? We’d have the same problem.”

“You’ll have months before the rule will be an issue again,” she reminded me. “And that’s only if you decide not to go to Berkley. Who knows what will happen in those months? It might not even be an issue by then.”

My conviction to move past my feelings for Gabe flew out the window. How the heck was I supposed to pass any of my exams when the only thing I was going to be able to think about between now and tomorrow afternoon was whether or not Brysen and Elisa were right?

***

G
abe’s class was my favorite, and not just because he was the professor. The exam should have been a breeze because I’d been obsessed with American literature for years. I knew the material inside and out, but I couldn’t for the life of me focus on a single question. I’d barely slept in the last twenty-four hours. All I could do was obsess about what was going to happen when I met Gabe in his office after class. I didn’t crack open a single book as I counted down the hours until his class began. A decision I might come to regret, once I received my grade for my senior seminar since I had no idea if I was coherent during my presentation this morning or not.

I might not fare any better on Gabe’s test either. It felt like I’d been sitting here forever, but I was only halfway through the questions. I glanced up to check the clock and blushed when I found Gabe’s gaze on me. He was blatant in his perusal, his hazel eyes locked on my legs. I uncrossed them and a surge of power rushed through my veins as I watched his eyes heat. Then he lifted his gaze to my face and shook his head, gesturing to the test packet on my desk and circling his finger in a
you better get moving
gesture. So with damp panties and a brain that was exclusively focused on whatever he wanted to talk to me about in his office, instead of on my answers, I finished the exam and hoped I managed to pass.

When I handed him my packet, he slipped something into my palm. “Wait for me in my office.”

His voice was a low murmur, sending shivers down my spine. Glancing down, I found a key in my hand. I gave him a slight nod and hurried from the classroom, stunned by this turn of events. It was starting to look like Elisa and Brysen were right. Why else would Gabe give me the key to his office?

Lucky for me, I didn’t have long to wait to find out. I’d only been waiting for about ten minutes before Gabe stormed into his office, shut the door, and locked it. He dropped his bag to the floor, and pulled me from the chair where I’d been sitting to lift me onto my toes, our chests pressed against each other. I gasped in surprise and he took advantage of the moment to claim my mouth, his tongue sweeping inside to tangle with mine. By the time he lifted his head, my legs were jelly and he was the only thing holding me up.

“Four months,” he growled. “Sixteen weeks of torture, I didn’t know if I could survive with you in my class. But I made it through and I’m not going to do it again. The school is just going to have to be satisfied with the fact that you’re not my student. I don’t give a damn about their fraternization rule.”

They had been right! Gabe had been biding his time and finally cracked now that I’d taken his final. He wanted me enough to throw caution to the wind and risk his job to have me. It was beyond romantic, and unnecessary,
for now
, since there was one little fact of which he wasn’t aware. “I’m graduating early.”

H
er statement set off every nerve in my body. Fireworks exploded, burning until I was so consumed with need, I nearly lost my control, completely.

She was graduating early.
I had the freedom to kiss her, to fuck her, to make her mine. I fused our lips together once again, our tongues tangling. Tilting my head, I took the kiss even deeper as one hand left her waist to grasp her ass, lifting her higher and wrapping a leg around my waist. Her other leg followed suit without any urging. She’d worn a skirt to class, something I was immensely grateful for at that moment. Her pussy was pulsing with heat. I could feel it through my slacks where my cock was lined up in the perfect position.

I needed more. I needed to feel her pressing into me, her warmth enveloping my painfully hard erection. I turned towards the door and slammed her up against it, my cock tight against her pussy. I wanted to bury myself inside her more than anything, but somewhere in my brain was a thread of logic, reminding me of meetings I had to attend and papers I had to grade.

“Fuck, Charlotte. I’ve wanted you for so long. I want to feel you coming all over my cock, but we haven’t got the time right now. So I’ll settle for you coming on my tongue,” I mumbled as I placed hot, wet, open-mouthed kisses down the column of her neck. She whimpered and her back arched, thrusting her chest up. She’d removed her sweater during class and I could see her nipples beaded and hard under her thin camisole. They were impossible to resist, so I didn’t even try. I licked her right bud through the silky fabric before sucking it into my mouth. She cried out and pushed her chest further into my face. I nibbled and sucked on it before moving to the left one, wishing they were naked in my mouth. Charlotte was gripping my biceps and rocking into me, my dick straining to reach the pulsing heat of her pussy. I needed to stop, before I reached the point where I wouldn’t be able to. Which I was really fucking close to.

My hands had been firmly on her ass, but I removed one to snap the bands of what felt like a G-string, so the fabric would drop to the floor. I slid my palm along her outer thigh until it reached her knee. Urging her to unhook her leg, I draped it over my arm and did the same with the other. I held her up with my arms beneath her knees, my hands coming over to part her thighs. Then I used the wall as leverage to push her up and put her legs over my shoulders, putting her dripping pussy at just the right height. She squeaked in surprise but it turned into a moan when I licked her from bottom to top.

“Hold on, sweetheart,” I commanded, and she grabbed onto my head to balance herself. “I’m going to eat this drenched pussy until I’ve had my fill. These walls aren’t soundproof, so as much as I’m dying to hear you scream out my name, you need to keep quiet. Got it?” I licked her again and she cried out. I turned my head and bit her thigh lightly. “I’ll stop if you don’t keep quiet.” I looked up to see her press her lips together and nod her head.

I began to devour her pussy. It tasted fucking amazing. Her sweetness exploded on my tongue. Her thighs started to quake and the muffled sounds contained behind her closed lips hinted that she was almost there. “Are you ready, sweetheart?” I asked, my voice muffled with my face still deep in her heat. “I’ve got you. But, hold on tight and stay silent.”

I didn’t wait for her answer. I shoved my tongue inside her and slid it up to her clit, sucking it into my mouth with deep pulls. One more thrust of my tongue before I returned to her clit, and she went off like a fucking rocket. Her head banged back against the wall, her body shook with tremors, and her grip on my head was almost painful. I licked her through the shaking, then unwound my arms, cupping her ass and sliding her back down to a safe height where I could let her legs fall to the ground.

She would have stumbled a little if I hadn’t had a hold of her waist. The look of her face...fuck. It was flushed, her eyes glazed over, but looking so satisfied. I was determined not to wait long before seeing that expression again, this time while I was balls deep inside her.

I kissed her swollen lips softly and stepped back, testing her ability to stay standing. She didn’t wobble so I let her go and grabbed her sweater from where she’d flung it across a chair. “Here, sweetheart. Put this back on.” I started to help her but she pushed my hands away.

“I’m too hot.”

“Charlotte, I’m the only man who is ever going to get to see those pretty, pink nipples again,” I said firmly.

She rolled her eyes, “I wasn’t planning on walking out naked, Prof—.”

“Gabe,” I corrected her, needing to hear my name on her lips while I could still taste her on my own.

“Gabe,” she dutifully repeated.

I looked down at her top pointedly. The wet spots around her nipples had made the camisole and sheer fabric of her bra see-through.

Her little rosebud lips formed a silent
O
and she snatched the sweater from my hand, allowing me to help her put it on this time. As she covered up the slightly opaque top, I narrowed my eyes at her. “I don’t want you wearing something so revealing. This sexy body is for my eyes only.”