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“Fuck,” he ground out, his hips slamming into me as his cock pulsed inside me, filling the condom with his cum. I collapsed forwards, my forehead landing on the cool leather of the sofa back, and he came with me, panting into my ear as he wrapped his arm around my waist. Our bodies were overheated and slick with sweat, but neither of us attempted to move.
“You liked it when I called you Dr. Wilder, hmm?”I eventually managed to breathe out shakily.
He chuckled against my nape, pressing a kiss to my skin. “It’s a first for me, I have to say.”
The thought of being the first anything for him was something that I enjoyed far too much. I wasn’t sure if I liked the way I was rapidly becoming addicted to this man, a problem he seemed to share based on recent events.
I changed the subject before I could dwell on it any further. “I don’t think I can get up. You fucked all my energy out of me.”
His smile curved over my skin. “I suppose I’ll have to replenish your energy, won’t I? If…if you want to stay.”
“I want to stay.”
11
Curled up on the now-clean sofa, dressed in my oversized hoodie, fresh pale blue boxer briefs, and the pair of thigh-high blue fluffy socks I always kept in my dance bag, I ran a hand through my hair. It was still damp from the shower I’d taken, and I hoped it wasn’t too much of a mess. Adjusting my reading glasses on my nose, I attempted to concentrate on the book in front of me. The soft creak of the floorboards alerted me to Killian’s presence as I pulled the instrument of torture closer. When I was sure he could hear my words without me raising my voice, I tapped the cover of the book.
“You know, you could use this as a weapon if anyone breaks in. Swing it at their head—it’d be enough to knock anyone out.”
Silence.
I raised my head to find a freshly showered Killian, dressed in low-slung, soft grey pyjama trousers and a black T-shirt that stretched across his torso, staring at me. He was completely still, his gaze focused on my legs.
“What? Oh. Is it the socks?” I extended one of my legs in front of me, stroking over the fluffy texture. “I always carry a pair in my dance bag. I prefer them to my leg warmers, but they’re too thick to wear with my trainers.”
“It’s not the socks,” he muttered. “It’s…it’s…” Trailing off, he rubbed his hand across his face. “You look so…comfortable. So at home. In my home.”
Oh. “Is it making you uncomfortable? I can leave. Honestly, I won’t be offen?—”
“No. Don’t leave.” Finally springing into action, he came over to the sofa, laying a heavy hand on my shoulder and leaning down to press a hard kiss to the top of my head. This was new, and it gave me a weird, tickly feeling in my stomach. “Stay. I want you to stay.”
“Then I’ll stay.” Tilting my head back so I could meet his gaze, I let the truth fall from my lips. “This is weird for me, too, you know. I’m normally more of a fuck-and-duck, if you know the term. I don’t hang around.”
He grimaced. “Not that one-night stands feature very frequently in my life, but it’s the same for me, too.” His thumb was stroking small circles into my shoulder as he spoke, and I wasn’t sure he was even aware of it. “Relationships aren’t for me—” He broke off, his eyes widening along with mine as the R-word hung in the air between us. “That wasn’t what I meant. I simply meant that I don’t invite people into my home. Yet you somehow make me break all my rules.”
“We don’t have to make this into a big deal. It’s just, y’know, friends hanging out together.”
A humourless smile tugged at his lips. “Friends. Is that even possible? We’re so different, and you’re…you’re a student. I’m a decade older than you, Joshua.”
“Oh, fuck that.” Ripping off my glasses and throwing them on the coffee table, I leapt off the sofa, storming around to face him and jabbing a finger into his chest. “So what if we’re different? You don’t get to play that age card with me. Do you know who my best friend is? My grandma. She’s eighty-two, Kill. Do you think that’s wrong?”
A muscle ticked in his jaw as he stared me down. “It’s not the same. There’s an imbalance of power here.”
“How is there? Okay, you teach at the uni. So what? You don’t teach me. There’s no conflict of interest here.”
“It’s not?—”
“If you’re looking for an excuse to change your mind or you want me to leave, just say it. I don’t like games. I prefer to be upfront so everyone knows what’s going on.”
“Fuck,” he growled and yanked me to him, slamming his lips down on mine. The kiss turned from hard to soft after only a few seconds, his arms winding around me as he licked along the seam of my lips, taking small, nipping kisses until I opened my mouth for him, his tongue sliding against mine. When we broke apart, he exhaled heavily. “Fuck. Forget what I said. I want you to stay. Come on. Take a seat at the island while I cook. That way, I can’t see your tempting fucking legs in those socks.”
“Ah, you do like the socks.” I grinned at him, and he nipped at my lip, swatting my ass.
“Behave. You know what you look like, and you know you make my cock hard. No more distracting me, or you won’t get any dinner.”
“Yes, sir.” I batted my lashes at him, and he spun me around, yanking me back against his chest and holding me in place, one arm banded around my waist and the other hand wrapped around my throat. His huge erection was pressed into me, and his breath was hot on my ear.
“None of that. My house, my rules. You do as I say, or there will be consequences. Do I make myself clear?”
