Stripped by the Professor_The Office Hours Series Page 8

  Her fingers tangled in my hair, and she exhaled a low moan, thick with desire. “We’ll keep each other in line. I promise.”

  I kissed my way down her quivering abdomen to the sharp angle of her hip, traced it with my tongue, and moved toward the soft swell of her mound. I nipped carefully at the flesh there, felt her jump, and slid my tongue toward her soaking wet slit.

  My thumbs parted her lips and exposed her perfect pink clit, and I prodded it with my tongue until she dug her fingers into my hair and hung on for the ride, the pain of her tugging my locks combining with the utter joy I felt at making my beautiful girl come like that.

  She finally reached her explosive limit, went completely still, and shuddered against me with the slight trembling motion until she screamed her release and crashed down, her orgasm shaking her body with the force of it.

  Her skin was hot now. I’d managed to drive the cold from her bones and brought the fire back to her limbs.

  I let her soften, relax, and when I gave her one long, deliberate, final lick of her fragrant cunt, I looked up at her from between the frame of her thighs.

  “I know how we can go public with our love,” I told her, my eyes glittering with my newfound discovery.

  She looked down, her cheeks flushed from the fire she still felt. “How’s that?”

  “Well,” I replied slowly and smiled. “You’ll have to marry me.”

  Her eyes widened in surprise, and she didn’t respond.

  Britt

  I might have been coming down off one of the most intense and incredible orgasms of my life, but I could have sworn I’d just heard Lock asking me to marry him. I stared down at him, his green eyes sparking with love but a playful smile tugging at the edge of his lips.

  Surely he’d been joking.

  If I’d even heard it right at all.

  He probably suggested berries for dessert or something.

  I stared at him for what felt like an awkwardly long time then realized my mouth was hanging open. I snapped it shut and swallowed hard. I didn’t know what he’d said, but he was obviously waiting for an answer.

  When I didn’t give him one, he laughed. “Did I just blow you away? Was it my words?” His finger traced along my inner thigh, making me shiver at the delicious touch. “Or my tongue?”

  “I must be a little out of it. I thought you said…” My voice trailed off as I realized I couldn’t even put into words what I thought I’d heard. What if he laughed at me the moment I said marry?

  “You thought I said we should get married so we can make our relationship legitimate? You heard right, candy girl.” He moved up from between my legs to lie beside me. He pulled me onto him, my head resting on his wide, muscled chest, and the beat of his heart quickened as he spoke. “I know it’s crazy and it’s only been a few days, but the moment I saw you up on that stage, I knew you were mine. When it’s right, you know it, no matter what anyone says about the rules or timing or waiting or whatever. This is love, and we are meant for each other. You feel it too.”

  “I do,” I whispered, tears springing to my eyes again, but this time tears of joy, not humiliation. “I know it’s insane, and it’s so different than anything I had planned, but I want to be with you. I want to marry you and be your wife.”

  “Then let’s do it,” he said in a raspy tone, emotion thickening his words. “Let’s have the wedding of your dreams. You can meet my family, I’ll meet yours, and we’ll make it official.”

  “Oh god, my family,” I groaned. “They’re a bunch of religious weirdos. I have to warn you now.”

  “That’s all right with me. They’ll be happy I’m making an honest woman of their little girl before I continue to defile her like I have been.”

  At that, he flipped over and nuzzled my neck, kissing and tickling me as I squealed and laughed until I was breathless.

  “Oh god,” I cried out. “You’re terrible. We can’t let them know we’ve even kissed.”

  “So I shouldn’t tell them how we met?” He chuckled and kissed me on the mouth before I could protest.

  “No, god, no.” I laughed, trusting him to keep it to himself. “Tell them we met at church or a soup kitchen or something.”

  “I’ll tell them I thought you were a nun when we first met,” he said with a glint in his eye. “That you fought off my advances and refused me even a kiss until I put a ring on your finger and declared my undying love.”

  “Sounds good to me. Make me out to be a complete angel…perfect,” I replied.

  We bantered back and forth, taking breaks to kiss and explore each other’s bodies while we planned the future. It occurred to me at some point that I would have to still pay my tuition, but I didn’t know how to broach the subject with him without making myself sound like a giant loser.

  I had to though. I had to believe that Lock would understand. I had to be brave and trust his words of love, even it seemed too soon and it felt just too good.

  Sometimes I had to give my head a shake, thinking that just a week ago I had been fantasizing over the man who was now in my bed and seemingly in my life forever.

  It wasn’t like I’d been hurt in the past or given any reason to be suspicious of his motivations. In fact, in my sheltered world, people met and got married within a couple weeks all the time. When your religion banned you from even kissing before marriage, there was a lot of incentive to tie the knot. My own parents had been married forever, and they only spent a week or two in courtship. Mom’s family was from a different state and were going home, hence the urgency.

  And as much as I didn’t love my life growing up, it wasn’t because of my parents’ relationship. It had more to do with feeling trapped by our rural ranch and taking care of my younger siblings.

  Lock had the opposite effect on me. He made me hope, dream, and feel like my life could be limitless.

  And he made me feel like all of our problems could be shared to lighten the burden, so I decided the hell with it, I was going to let him know.

  “There is one problem with everything we’re planning.” I took a deep, shaky breath. I was lying in his arms, protected, warm, and full of love for him, my man. There would never be a better time to tell him. “I might not be able to keep attending classes anyhow.”

  “Why not?” He looked down at me with furrowed brows. “Education is important, and even though I haven’t known you for long, I know you well enough to know your education means the world to you.”

  “It does. But without dancing at the Silver Dollar Club, I don’t think I can afford my tuition.”

  “Well, we both know you’re my private dancer now, so no more shaking this perfect ass for anyone but me.” He grinned and smacked my bottom playfully. “Besides, you won’t ever have to worry about tuition again, candy girl.”

  I bristled at the thought of him paying for everything. As much as I wanted to be protected and cared for, I had a burning need to be self-reliant. “I want this to all be equal. I’m not looking for handouts.”

  “That’s not what it’s about at all. When you’re my wife, your tuition is waived. And honestly, even if you weren’t my wife, I would pay for your schooling anyway. Seeing you happy makes me happy. Some women want diamonds and designer shoes. You want an education. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

  I took it in, the information he’d just laid out for me, and I grinned at him. “What if I want diamonds and shoes though? I’m not saying I don’t want things like that.”

  “You will have whatever you want.” Lock pulled me on top of him, to straddle his hips and brace myself with my hands splayed on his broad chest. “You will earn everything I buy for you, my love.” He winked and reached down to guide himself up inside of me.

  “I don’t mind earning it this way.” I laughed, but my teasing smile wiped clear off my face with the first thrust of his throbbing cock deep inside of me.

  I couldn’t get enough of this sensation, of him filling me and completing me, making me his woman with eac
h and every slide of his thickness into my waiting, hungry pussy.

  I would never get enough.

  “I love you, Britt,” he said, his face suddenly serious as he pulled me down for a kiss, our tongues joining as our bodies became one. “I love you more than I ever thought possible.”

  “I love you too, Lock,” I replied quietly, tears prickling the backs of my eyes as emotions rose up inside of me, threatening to spill over. “I can’t wait to live the rest of my life as Mrs. Lachlan Craig.”

  We found our rhythm of love and moved our bodies together in perfect unison, seeking purchase in each other’s embrace

  Yes, it had happened faster than I’d even imagined. But when your heart knew, your heart knew.

  And if there was one thing I knew, from the top of my head to the tips of my toes, it was that I loved Lock and he loved me.

  And in the end, love was all that mattered.

  THE END

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  Caitriona

  What was that old saying, again? Life is what happens when you’re busy making other plans. Yeah, that one. It might sound like a cliché, but it was true. At least, it was for me.

  I had my whole life planned out. I was going to graduate from college, marry my boyfriend Steve in his father’s church, become a teacher, and then live happily ever after.

  Except, you know … life.

  So now, instead of sitting in the library studying for my next test, I was parked next to Steve on a leather couch in the basement of an exclusive sex club somewhere in the middle of downtown. I’d been so busy with school that I hadn’t noticed he’d turned into the type of person who blew all our money on hookers and blackjack.

  Which was where I came in. Because it turned out I had something a certain type of man would pay handsomely for. My virginity.

  “You can’t be serious?” My head swung between Steve and Janessa Carmichael, the sophisticated woman sitting across from us. On either side of her two suited goons stood guard like silent sentries. “You want to sell my virginity?”

  “Miss Patrick, I understand this probably isn’t how you planned to spend your afternoon.”

  “You think?” I asked, shooting to my feet and turning on Steve. “I have an exam in two days!”

  Steve rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest. “Trust me, I know. Your exams all are you ever talk about.”

  “That’s because I have to get good grades to keep my scholarships. We’ve talked about this, and you said you understood.”

  “I did, until you started ignoring me. It’s your fault we’re here in the first place.”

  “How is it my fault you gambled away all my dad’s money?” I stood over him, my fists clenched and my chest sawing in and out with fury. I wasn’t a violent person, but I was about two seconds away from putting my hands around his neck and squeezing for all I was worth.

  With a deep breath, I stepped away and counted down from ten. “Can you repeat the details of the deal he made with you?” I asked, turning back to Janessa.

  It made zero sense that I was considering going through with this, but what choice did I have? If these people didn’t get their money, they’d hurt Steve. Today’s revelations had hurt me, but that didn’t mean I wanted him laid up in traction in some hospital somewhere—or worse.

  “I want to know exactly what I’m signing up for,” I added, my shoulders thrown back. If I was going to prostitute myself, I wasn’t going to do it with my head bowed in shame. I would not let Steve’s bad choices ruin me.

  They just might free you, a naughty voice in the back of my head whispered, and I could just about picture a tiny devil on my shoulder rubbing its hands with anticipation.

  Sliding a bundle of papers across her desk, Janessa inclined her head toward the chair in front of me. “Please, take a seat, and we can go over the contract.”

  When I dropped into it, Steve stood and made his way to me. “I don’t want him here.”

  Janessa tilted her head, her long, elegant neck stretching to show off the pale column of her throat, and one of her goons leaned forward. After a few words in his ear, he stepped out from behind her desk and gestured toward Steve. “Please come with me, Mr. Parker.”

  Steve’s head whipped frantically between me, Janessa, and the behemoth making his way around the desk. The other goon waited patiently in front of the door. “You can’t do this, Cait. You love me. You have to make sure they don’t hurt me.” When I stayed silent, Steve’s words turned angry, destroying any hope I had that he might still be the sweet boy I’d fallen in love with when I was fourteen. “You slut. I hope whoever buys you fucks you hard and merciless.”

  And then they tossed him out the door, leaving me alone with Janessa.

  A few shocked, silent seconds ticked by while I absorbed his words. “What now?” I eventually asked, rubbing my sweating palms up and down my jean-clad thighs.

  Janessa’s red lips twitched, and she leaned forward, her hands clasped in front of her. Her manicure, like her lipstick, was impeccable. “I’m a successful businesswoman, and you’re an enchanting girl who is in possession of something formidable men will give their fortunes to possess.”

  “I don’t get it,” I said, my mind still trying to grasp how I’d gotten here. “If you’re going to pay for sex, wouldn’t you want it to at least be good? I’ve never even given a hand job.”

  Not for a lack of trying, my subconscious reminded me. Steve had been hell-bent on keeping me “completely pure” until our wedding night—another thing I’d never been able to understand.

  She chuckled and shook her head. “Can I ask you something, Miss Patrick?”

  I gulped and nodded. “Of course.”

  “Why did you agree to pay Mr. Parker’s debt? He’s obviously not the man you hoped.” I shrugged and looked away, my cheeks turning pink.

  The truth was, there was a very good reason I hadn’t walked out the second I’d learned about Steve’s debt, and it had nothing to do with my loyalty to him. But I couldn’t bring myself to voice the words aloud. The filthy, dirty, erotic words.

  She laughed, and her mask dropped, revealing a look of genuine pleasure. “Oh, that’s going to do wonders for your price on the auction block.”

  I chewed my bottom lip, my face growing redder by the second. My lips slammed shut and my gaze dropped to the carpet at my feet.

  “Eyes up, Miss Patrick,” she said, recalling my attention. “If that blush is anything to go by, I think I know exactly why you’re here, and I promise you, there’s nothing wrong with your desires.”

  Who was this woman? At first, I’d thought she was the devil disguised in a Prada suit, but now, I wondered if she wasn’t actually my fairy godmother.

  Slowly, I raised my eyes and let her see all the wickedness I’d kept hidden from the world. Somehow, I knew she would understand my dark, lustful thoughts and give me the power to own them. “Do you remember what Steve said just before you threw him out?”

  “Of course,” she
answered, her lips spreading with a knowing grin.

  “I want that.” My neck grew hot, and my panties grew damp under my jeans. “When I close my eyes at night, that’s what I dream about.”

  “What else do you dream about, my tempting little virgin?”

  “I … I dream about a man who knows what my body craves before I do. Someone who will take me to the edge of what I can endure. A man who will give me pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever known.”

  “Hmm,” she mused, tapping steepled fingers against her crimson lips and then flipping over the top page of the stack of papers in front of her. “Why don't we take a look at the contract. I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised.”

  The sudden shift in conversation was like a bucket of cold water being tossed over my steaming head. I could still feel my clit throbbing between my legs. I was so damn horny, and I hadn’t even touched myself.

  With my eyes fixed on my own copy, I began reading. The first few pages were standard legalese, but as I flipped the pages, things got really interesting. My eyes flew over the words, and my heartbeat sped up.

  “I thought Steve’s debt was a hundred thousand dollars?”

  “It is,” she answered with a regal nod.

  “But it says here that I’ll receive a hundred grand when I sign the contract for the auction, and another four hundred thousand once the deed is done. Bidding starts at—” My eyes bugged out of my head.

  “One million dollars,” she finished for me.

  “That’s absurd!”

  “Why? Because Steve owes significantly less than that?”

  “Well, yes. I thought I was doing this to pay off his debt. I thought …” I trailed off, at a loss for words. Honestly, I didn’t know what I’d thought. I hadn’t let my mind travel that far.

  “Personally, I’ve always considered it bad form to let a man define your worth; especially a spineless one like Steve Parker.” When I simply stared at her, too dumbstruck and dumbfounded to speak, she continued. “The truth is, a million dollars is nothing to these men. They toss that away on toys they never even play with. But you are something they’ll treasure, an experience they will take to their graves.”