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It didn’t take long, much to my shame, before I was exploding all over the ugly tiles with a pained snarl.
When the orgasm eased up, my back pressed against the tile and I closed my eyes, hating myself just a little more for fucking my fist to some twenty-something girl who happened to be a student of mine.
What the fuck was wrong with me?
Another ping echoed through the room and my heart gave a stupid, idiotic leap, hoping it was Mia again. The girl was probably passed out drunk in her dorm, where she belonged.
I slapped the tile, growling in frustration before I shut off the water and stepped out. Just to torture myself a little more, I took my time drying off and getting dressed in some fresh boxer briefs before digging my phone out of my pants pocket from the floor.
The ping had been Mia, but not a text. It was a Google invitation to a document.
Her manuscript.
I hadn’t been lying when I’d told her I’d beta read plenty of novels before. Several of my friends had written one or two of their own books, but they tended toward historical biographies and self-help style literature. Nothing like the harem style romance I’d just been given.
Throwing away any idea of doing more work tonight, I collapsed into my extravagant and period perfect 1800’s four poster bed to dig in.
Three.
I got three hours of sleep.
I’d been soaking up the romance Mia had sent me, and I couldn’t put the damn thing down. Was it because I had some sort of fascination with the woman who wrote it? Maybe. But the book itself was good, too. As good as a sex-heavy erotic novel can be, anyway.
There was even a little moment of triple penetration that was unrealistic, if not hot as hell. Ok, it was both.
My class was starting soon, though, and I had to get my ass there. The last three chapters would have to wait.
The first class of the day was pretty dead, as was usual. Kids showed up for the numbers, but most of their brains hadn’t turned on yet, and a couple were sleeping in the back. Early morning classes were among my least favorite.
What I did look forward to though, was a few days with my boys. Paula was going out of town for…who the fuck knew what, and the boys were staying with me while she was gone. I usually only saw them on the weekend, but having them around breathed a little bit of life into me, and I treasured every moment with them.
Meanwhile, I had to make it through the day until I could pick them up from school and have some family time.
Chapter 5
-Owen-
“Sorry I’m late,” Mia murmured as she stumbled into my office, red faced and huffing like she’d just run across campus.
Hell, maybe she had.
“It’s fine, I’m just going through the papers that were your responsibility,” I said, lifting my eyes to meet hers as she sat in her seat across from me at the desk.
She blanched, but when she saw the quirk of my lips, she blew out a relieved breath and smiled.
“My last class went over and then I had to talk to my professor afterwards and…ugh. Nevermind. I’m here. Put me to work.”
I nodded, pushing another paper toward her.
“Get to it,” I said, half joking and half not.
My brain was still rattled after our dinner together, but I honestly wondered how much she actually remembered of the night. Not much, I hoped.
“I woke up with such a hangover,” Mia admitted while she scanned through the paper. “How did you drink two giant beers and not even get a buzz?”
“I’m twice your size, for starters.” I chuckled. “I’ll remember what a lightweight you are next time I ply you with alcohol.”
She finally met my eyes and gave me one of those breathtaking smiles.
