Beauty and the Professor (A Modern Fairy Tale Duet 1)

“You can’t! You said yourself they need you to teach this course. If they have to cancel it, I still won’t be able to graduate this semester and neither will the other students taking it.”

“Shit,” he said.

At that, she smiled. He didn’t swear too often, so she knew he was almost speechless for him to do it twice in a row. “It’s okay. I don’t mind. I’m just happy you’re going out there, finding your rightful place. That’s more important than the exact date I graduate.”

“It’s more than that, Erendira. You’ve worked so much for this. I’ve seen how hard you’ve worked, both studying and cleaning my house so you can afford tuition.”

“Erin,” she corrected him softly. “And I can wait.”

“And what are we going to do, put our relationship on hold for a year so you can graduate and pay your way with me? No,” he said as if that decided it, and maybe it did. He was forceful that way, and she was…well, she was so disappointed not to graduate on time.

“You know it’s not allowed.”

He shrugged. “Probably not, but we already decided not to tell anyone. It’s nobody’s business but ours. I can teach the class, and you can take it.”

She gave him a skeptical look. “I’m surprised you’d be okay with this.”

“I’m not comfortable with it. But I’m committed to do this, and I’m sure as hell not going to let you put your life on hold for my sake. The rules are designed to protect people from being harassed, but that’s not the case here.”

A grin tipped her lips. “You don’t feel even a little harassed? I mean, I did have sex with you in your office.”

He pulled her onto his lap and kissed her. His lips moved against her as he murmured, “Now that can’t happen again.”

“Reason enough for us to call this whole thing off. Because that was crazy hot.”

He rolled them over so that he straddled her. Her hands were pinned by his, her body trapped. And God, her sex tightened.

“I think I can find a substitute,” he muttered, sliding down and spreading her legs wide.

“Oh God,” she gasped. Then she gathered herself enough to purr, “Oh, Professor Morris.”

He groaned. “You can’t call me that in the classroom or I’ll…”

“Or you’ll what?”

“You might not like what happens.” He set his lips to her sex and proceeded to make her like it very much indeed. She flung her head against the pillow, submerged with the pleasure, out of breath with it until all she could chant was his name. No games and no barriers. Oh, Blake.

She loved what happened with him. Every time, every way. On the outside he was a somber man, dark and serious. Brooding. All he needed was a fire-charred manor or windy cliffs to complete the picture. But the man within was so very different…so much lighter. He played with her, he laughed. He teased her to the brink of endurance and then gave her more than she’d imagined.

Even now he found a way to make this new. His tongue against her clit—as if it could ever get old. But this wasn’t like the time before or the one before that. He nipped at the inside of her thighs and then soothed her with a luscious lick to her reddened skin. He swiped at the slick lips of her sex—so quickly she’d think he hadn’t done it at all, until the shock and pleasure ran up her spine.

“No more teasing,” she gasped.

“Are you sure? I think you like the teasing.”

“I can’t. I can’t.”

Two fingers inside her, homed directly on the spot, and it was too much. Far too much, so she arched herself up, crying out, “Wait. Stop.”

“Well, which is it? Should I stop or make you come?”

“Please, Blake.”

She heard his breath catch. When he spoke, his voice had fallen two octaves. “Yes. Again.”

“Blake.” Her mind was a blur, at the center of a tornado and watching the storm swirl around her. She couldn’t have moved, and God, she didn’t want to. He was the calm and the storm all at once, both peaceful and tragic, both beautiful in their own way. “Please.”

“Say it again,” he said, and she couldn’t remember what he wanted.