Page 66 of Forbidden Fruit


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"Congratulations!"Oliviashrieksasshe barrels into me with a hug reminiscent of her tackle that landed us in hot water all those weeks ago. While stressful, that tackle led us to where we are today. Her father probably broke the news before I even knew that the board voted and I was awarded tenure in Bennington University's Department of Health Sciences, complete with an Oncology lab and research assistants. Five weeks after returning from New Hampshire, the vote occurs, and the news is official. Apparently, it was not surprising to anyone except me,

"Get dressed," she commands, smacking my ass to show me she's taking the reins tonight.

Olivia was coming out of her shell more each day, both in the bedroom and out. I loved her for both, but was so proud of her for finding and loving herself, regardless of what people thought of her. I don't have adequate words for what she was like in the bedroom. Her smut addiction kept her creative, and I kept her unabashed when it came to telling me what she wanted. As it turns out, she loves to be restrained, denied, and commanded. She leaves me on my toes and always wanton.

She walks out of the bedroom in a little black dress that stops mid-thighs. It's so form-fitting it looks like it was made for her. Those curls I love so much are trailing down her back, testing my restraint of getting out of the house in time for whatever she has in store for me tonight. I pin her to the wall, unable to resist.

"Your test is unfair, Miss Hamilton. How am I to resist this?" I ask before biting her neck.

She moans and guides my hand underneath the dress. I hiss a breath, like I do every time, when I feel her bare cunt. She's already wet for me. I circle her clit, relishing the feel of her lithe body shivering under my touch. Once she's close, I plunge two fingers into her, finding that magic spot that makes her come undone with abandon. Within minutes, she's screaming my name as I have to prop her up, since her legs are threatening to buckle. I lick my fingers clean as she watches lustfully, with hazy eyes.

I look at my watch. "Do I have time to fuck you?"

She glances at hers. "Depends. Do you want to come in thirty seconds?"

"No." I purse my lips, not pleased with her response.

We head out the door hand-in-hand, and I feel like I need to be pinched, that there is no way in hell I am deserving of all this. We climb into her SUV after I attempt to drive and she shoos me away, saying that this night is for me and she fully intends for me to get fucked up. I settle in to co-pilot an indie rock playlist I made weeks ago.

"You know, in my day, this was called a mixtape," I say, giving her my best impression of an elderly gentleman.

"When was that? 1942?"

"Fuck you," I say teasingly.

She smirks. "I fully intend to, Professor DeLuca." Her smile widens as she regards me out of the corner of her eye.

"Oh, you're having another mouthful of meat tonight? How loose of you, Olivia." I laugh, squeezing her hand.

We hadn't been here since the day we said fuck it and decided to take a chance. She leads me hand-in-hand and I fall in stunned silence when I realize everyone's here. Tim, Brayden, Mia, Matt, Alexandria, Olivia's parents, my parents, even Brent and some of the fraternity brothers. I wrap my arms around her. Her emerald eyes still have me in a chokehold, pinning me to my spot and making it hard to look away. Everyone falls silent, their attention on us, and we both blush.

"Sorry, everyone," we say in unison before taking seats and greeting everyone.

Three-quarters into the meal, I take in the sight of everyone eating, happy and laughing, and I know that this is it. Not yet, maybe. Maybe months, maybe a year. Hell, maybe even years, but Olivia Elizabeth Hamilton will be Olivia Elizabeth DeLuca. I feel it in my bones. Judging by the look she's giving me as she catches me looking at her across the table, she feels it, too.

“Goddamn, apple. Are you ever going to cease to amaze me?” She comes up from underneath my office desk, rubbing a few rogue drops into her mouth and giving me a mischievous smile. I glance at the clock.

“If you don’t get out of here, you’re going to be late for class.”

“Yes, Professor DeLuca.” She pecks me on the cheek and opens my door, heading into the hallway. She stands at the door, flushed and happy. “You heading to the lab?”

“Yeah, I'll walk you.” We venture hand-in-hand since I have time to kill before class. I haven’t been since Olivia and I set it up a week ago. We stop outside the door and Olivia gives me a peck on the cheek, then presses a folded paper into my hands. She turns on her heel and leaves. I sit my bag on the desk, unfold the letter and begin reading.

Tomas,

I'm not sure I have the proper words to express how much tonight has meant to me. It's no secret that I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since the first day I walked into your class. So many moments, and fantasies have played a part in what we shared tonight.

I was expecting relief. I was expecting to be so satiated that I could just sit and revel in the post-orgasmic bliss. I was expecting it to be over. Wasn't it over before it even began? Physically, I was the most satisfied I've ever been. I came so many fucking times that it's a miracle I'm alive.

Mentally, though? No. I told myself countless times that you are a rebound. Nothing more. Nothing less. I used you and it was wrong, I think. Our lines are so blurred, I honestly don't know what to think anymore.

Thank you for using our time to make me feel like the most beautiful, brightest girl on the planet. Thank you for your selflessness, for letting me be selfish, adventurous, and for putting me first. I owe you, and I don't know if we'll ever get the chance for me to pay up. Say the words and I'm there.

xo,

Olivia

The note from our failed one-night stand. The happiness is short-lived. My mood instantly sours when I see Nathan’s dad, Jonathan, standing there with a grin plastered on his face.

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