Only Love

I licked my lips as I thought about her virgin pussy and how I would be the one to fill it for the first time. Fuck that. I was the only man who would ever experience having her wrapped around their tongue and cock. I would be her only love, just as she was mine.

However, I was still unhappy that there was a single man living with my baby girl, and I had a hard time believing anyone who got close to her didn’t want her. It was a good thing I’d be taking her away from him very shortly.

My phone rang, startling me, and I pressed the green button on my steering wheel to take the call without removing my eyes from the Kennedy house.

“What?” I barked.

“Well, hello to you too, jackass,” muttered Annika.

“Sorry, Annie. I have a lot on my mind. What’s up?”

“I forgive you,” she sighed as though she was making a grand gesture to do so, making me chuckle. “I received a retainer invoice from Benson Firth. Since I’m not using his services at the moment, I assumed it was your doing, but I wanted to check before I paid him.”

“Yeah, he’s doing some digging for me,” I confirmed, keeping my tone deadpan. Annika was a hell of a businesswoman, but she was also a nosy little sister.

“What kind of digging could Professor Henry Higgins need to have done?”

I laughed, and it felt good to release a little of my tension. “Research,” I teased.

Annika was silent for a moment and then she gasped. “Have you found your Eliza Doolittle?” Dammit, she was too perceptive for my own good, and my moment of hesitation seemed to validate her suspicion. “Holy shit! You have!”

“Yes,” I grunted. Then I added, “She’s not just my student, Annie. She’s my future.”

Annika gasped, and I winced when I realized what I’d revealed. “She’s your student, Liam? Isn’t that against the rules or something? Will you get fired?”

I shrugged even though she couldn’t see the gesture. “There are very strict policies about it. But if I have to quit to be with her, I won’t hesitate.”

“When do I get to meet her? What’s she like? How did you meet? Are you bringing her home? Can I call her? I want to—”

“Annie!” I shouted with a laugh, cutting off her litany of questions.

“What?” she yelled back.

I hesitated to tell her more, but she hadn’t said another word about the student/teacher situation. She’d simply accepted my explanation and supported me. Given the circumstances of her own relationship—Annika’s husband was almost twice her age and had pretty much claimed her a minute after they met—I didn’t think she would judge me for my obsession. And the truth was, I really wanted to tell her about London.

I spent the next hour filling her in and answering her many, many questions. Then London emerged from the house, and I had to rush Annika off the phone. “I’ll call you after it’s done,” I promised. London started walking down the street, and I quickly exited my car, following her on foot from a safe distance.

Even though I knew there was security on her, my day consisted of watching her run errands. I loved that she seemed oblivious to the second glances from the men she passed. That didn’t stop me from giving them a dark, threatening look that had them speeding up to get away, though. I was starting to consider buying a private island where we could live alone so I wouldn’t be driven out of my mind with jealousy every time she left the house.

London returned to the brownstone shortly before dinner, and through the front window on the second floor, I eventually saw her sit at the dining room table with a plate and a stack of textbooks. She’d changed into a loose T-shirt and stretchy, gray pants, ones that hugged her ass a little more than I liked with knowing another man was in that house. I pushed the jealous thought away, and since I was pretty sure she was in for the night, I texted her security detail to let me know if she left. Then I reluctantly went home because I had shit to do to get things ready for our future.

I spent Sunday in much the same way except that I also put out feelers for a job at another university. Hopefully, I’d be able to find another position before someone found out about us. It wasn’t as though it mattered if I worked; we had more money than we could spend in one lifetime, but I did enjoy teaching. And I didn’t want London to be forced to go to another school.

After another day of watching and planning, I debated sleeping in my car across the street from her house. I hated leaving her at night, but she had the security on her. Besides, I’d accomplished the things I wanted to do before bringing her to her new home.