Only Love
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“London!” I called her name as she rode me, then I pushed up into her with one last hard thrust and held her hips in a tight grip while thick jets of come spilled from my cock.
“Fuck,” I grunted when I opened my eyes and realized I’d been dreaming…again. And for the second time, my dream had caused me to come, and I’d made a fucking mess of myself and the bed.
The sunlight was just breaking through the clouds, and I turned my head on the pillow to check the clock. It was almost seven. My first class of the day was at nine, so I rolled out of bed and headed for the shower. It was going to be a long day as I waited to see London again, so I was glad that I was busy straight through until my last class ended at six tonight. Which happened to be London’s last class as well. It was perfect timing, especially since I didn’t work on Tuesdays.
When four o’clock finally arrived, I leaned a hip on the side of the desk at the front of the room, and my eyes were glued to the door. I felt my expression darkening each minute that ticked by without London entering the room. At ten after, I had to start, so I tried to release my anger and frustration. I didn’t want to bring down the class just because I was in a shitty mood. After I’d dismissed the students, then I’d figure out how to find my baby girl and blister her ass for running from me.
A few minutes later, I was administering a verbal quiz when I saw the door to the classroom open out of the corner of my eye. It had been quiet and slow, with the obvious intention of trying to remain unnoticed. However, London was impossible to miss, and my jaw hardened when several male eyes drifted in her direction as she slipped inside. The way they looked at her had the possessive beast inside me clawing to get out. Especially when I caught sight of her loose, gauzy pink skirt that only fell to mid-thigh. And the sliver of skin that peeked out just above the waistband when she moved and her pale-yellow halter top shifted… Yeah, we would be having a talk about her wardrobe very soon.
I managed to contain the animal inside and focus instead on London’s face as she realized the only open seats were across the room and she’d have to walk right in front of me to reach them. My lips fought to form a grin as I thanked the universe for making this so easy. As she walked past me, I called her name in as professional a tone as I could muster. “Ms. Kennedy.” She froze for a second, then her head turned to the side and she stared at me with a deer in headlights expression. “You’re late, and you’ve missed half of the quiz.” Before I could continue, she mumbled an apology and scurried to an open seat in the second row. I raised an eyebrow and gave her a reproachful look, solely for the benefit of the other students. “I’ll need to see you after class, so we discuss your attendance and schedule a makeup quiz.”
Her deep green eyes had taken on a dreamy quality, and she was staring at my lips as I spoke, twirling a piece of her long copper hair around one finger. When I finished, her gaze lifted to meet mine, and her cheeks burned at being caught ogling. I smirked, filing away how she melted at my voice for later use. It was bound to come in handy.
“Ms. Kennedy?” I prompted.
“Yes, Dr. Grey?” Her voice had a slightly breathy quality to it that had the blood in my body draining into my cock. I wanted to hear her say my name just like that when I had my mouth on her.
I shut down those thoughts, knowing I still had to stand in front of a classroom full of students for the next two hours. Trying to teach while hiding a raging hard on wasn’t a situation I wanted to experience. “After class,” I reminded her. It was all I could grit out given the tightness of my muscles as I mentally fought off the physical signs of my need for her.
“Oh, right. Okay.”
With a sharp nod, I pivoted on my heel and stalked over to the smart board mounted on the front wall. I dived back into the quiz and focused on doing my job, which I was normally very good at. At least before London became the center of my whole world.
Chapter 4
Liam
Time seemed to drag on, and I struggled to keep from giving London all my attention. It didn’t help that she seemed to get lost in my voice, and every time I spoke, she would squirm a little in her seat. Fucking hell. She was going to be the death of me.