“Only because you bring it out of me,” he replies with a playful smirk. “Now, spread your legs, Miss Edwards. I’ve got quite some appetite this morning.”
I’m not sure how I managed to concentrate all day, given my head is on cloud nine.
Every single time I move a limb, my entire body ached— a reminder of Will. Despite the aches and pains slowing me down, it also left me wanting more.
How is this even possible?
Occasionally, I find myself zoning out and thinking about my relati
onship with Austin. We had fun in each other’s company. We laughed until our stomachs hurt, binged watched movies until we fell asleep beside one another. Our relationship was comfortable, and although the sex was enjoyable, it is nothing like with Will.
When we made love, nothing else in the world mattered. My body became possessed, willing to sacrifice my entire being for whatever dirty trick he had in mind. We explored our bodies, pushed boundaries, and when the fireworks went off—we finished in sync.
Professor Kane asks the student beside me a question, prompting me to shake my head and focus on the lecture. My phone beside me buzzes, drawing my eyes to the screen to decipher the text without being caught.
Will: Why is this day dragging?
Me: Don’t you have better things to do than miss me? You know…like become a billionaire? Oh, that’s right. Mission accomplished. No wonder you’re bored…
Will: I can think of a very appropriate way to shut that smart mouth of yours. It involves something hard…
Me: How are you hard again? I call bullshit. You’re a robot. It is not possible after last night…and this morning. I think you broke my vagina. There, I said it.
Will: Aw, sorry, baby. But your asshole is still okay, right?
Me: You’re so greedy. I’ll see you soon.
No thanks to Will, the day dragged from thereon. When my final class of the day ended, I race outside to see Will leaning against his black Mercedes looking like sex on a stick in the dark blue suit he wore. I run toward him, throwing my arms around his neck before he kisses me deeply.
“How was your day?”
“Stressful.” He sighs.
“You, stressed? I thought you just sat in your chair and played solitaire all day?”
He squeezes me tight, unable to wipe the delicious grin off his handsome face. I grab the lapels of his suit jacket in my hands, admiring his attire.
“You look awfully handsome today. Is there someone you are trying to impress?”
“Yes,” he deadpans, then allows his gaze to fall on my lips. “A seventy-three-year-old Cantonese man.”
I shrug my shoulders and pout. “Guess I have some competition then? So, are you ready to come back to my place?”
“If it involves you naked in the kitchen, lead the way.”
The drive to my apartment is less than fifteen minutes away, but during that time, Will’s phone repeatedly goes off, which is connected to the Bluetooth of his car. The men he dealt with were relentless, and Will had zero patience. He raised his voice on more than one occasion, reminding me a lot of my own father when he was on work calls.
By the time we arrive, he looks equally relieved.
“Look, my place is small. In fact, my dad wanted to buy me some fancy penthouse, but I wanted something simple and low maintenance.”
“Wait?” Will extends his arm, stopping me. “Are you saying you don’t have a maid?”
I shake my head.
“Then who will I have an affair with when you’re busy at classes?”
I smack his arm with a small chuckle. “You, sir, are a pain in the ass. Remind me to recycle the joke when we talk about your doorman.”