Only Love

London looked dazed, her cheeks crimson, and her lips swollen from our kisses. It was hot as fuck, and I knew the other men in the class would be drooling over her if I didn’t get her out of there fast. On top of that, NYU had very strict rules prohibiting relationships between students and faculty. I didn’t want one of the little shits in the room to go tattling. Personally, I’d say fuck it and set up camp between London’s thighs. But I didn’t want anything, or anyone, tarnishing my baby girl.

I quickly guided her to another door, one that led to a hallway where several of the department faculty had offices. As I was about to follow her through the door, I remembered that I’d left my phone and laptop on the desk. “Meet me in my office, baby girl,” I murmured and gently patted her ass to get her moving. “Fifth door down on the left. I’ll only be a minute.”

The professor for the next class was walking up when I jogged over to grab my things. She smiled and said hello and was about to say something else, but I didn’t have time to chat. “Sorry, I have to run. I have a meeting in my office, and I’m already late,” I said with a wave as I hurried back to the exit where I’d left London.

I stalked to my office, wincing from the pain of my stiff dick being contained in such tight quarters. It didn’t matter, though; I was anxious to continue what we’d started in the classroom. I’d only had one small taste, but I was already addicted. However, I tried to calm down and find the strength to hold back because I needed to get her home. I wasn’t going to fuck her for the first time on the desk in my office. Thankfully, it was Friday, which meant I had all weekend to break her in and get her tiny body used to my big one.

I reached the door and shoved it open, my eyes darting around to find my girl. When I realized the room was empty, I nearly roared in frustration, and my cock wept in misery. My first instinct was to go after her and drag her home, where she belonged. At the last second, the small part of my brain that wasn’t consumed with lust shouted for me to calm the fuck down and think before I acted.

I needed a plan.

Chapter 2

Liam

Before I did anything, I needed to know more about London. I pulled up her student information and sighed when I spotted her birthday. Thank fuck. She’d turned eighteen three months ago.

There wasn’t much else that I could get from my normal access as a professor. I could break into the system, but I wasn’t a top-notch hacker. So, I decided not to waste my time when I knew someone who would be so much faster and more thorough than I ever could be.

After gathering my things and locking my office, I left the building and headed toward 5th Ave and 10th Street, where my townhouse was located. I’d wanted something fairly close to campus, and the seventeen thousand square foot home with seven bedrooms, nine bathrooms, and a huge backyard had been a steal because the owners were desperate to sell. While I’d initially bought it as an investment, now that I’d met London, I realized it was the perfect home for a big family. And I intended to fill every room.

As I walked, I stuck a pair of Bluetooth headphones in my ears and called a number I hadn’t used since I’d left South Africa. It was around two in the morning there, but I didn’t care. Besides, Benson Firth worked weird hours. I wasn’t sure the guy even slept.

“Liam Grey. It’s been a while,” Benson drawled in lieu of a greeting. “What can I do for you?” Benson was basically a private investigator, but that term didn’t really seem to fit him. He could find out the president’s darkest secrets if he wanted to. And his fee most certainly reflected that. However, he was worth every penny, and I’d used many times over the years when I was running my company.

Getting right to the point, I said, “I need a dossier on someone.”

“You know, if you’d sell your diamond mines and give up your billions, you would stop making enemies,” he teased.

“I’ll keep that in mind. However, it’s not about my enemies. Her name is London Kennedy. She lives in New York City, a student at NYU. I want to know everything there is to know about her.”

“Everything?” He didn’t ask why, which was one of the reasons Benson was in high demand. He had no interest in your motivations as long as your wire transfer cleared.