Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“Okay, you need to get out of my car so I can go home and jerk off,” I state simply, and there’s silence before she keels over in breathless laughter.
Smiling, I plead with her. “I’m being serious, Emma.”
She wipes away tears of laughter and raises both her hands in surrender. “Okay, okay. I’m leaving.”
Unbuckling her seat belt, she grabs her larger bag and places her small handbag inside. She moves her hand to the door handle, and looks at me one last time before saying, “Thanks for tonight. It was fun.”
“It was.”
Her smile is awkward, and I don’t want to leave her or us feeling uncomfortable, not after everything we’ve been through to get here. As she opens the door, I lean in, wrap my hand around her jaw, and kiss her one last time. It’s quick and intense before she pokes her tongue out, and I’m at her fucking mercy. I envelop her mouth, and she lets out a soft moan that I swallowhungrily. Keeping my hands in her hair and on her neck, I don’t dare move lower, terrified I won’t be able to stop once I start.
Emma fists my shirt, trying to pull me closer as the console separates us. Our tongues dance together for another minute before I remind myself that we’re in an open space and anyone can see us. I force myself to pull away and check our surroundings, seeing no one.
We’re both breathing heavily.
“I needed a last one for the road.”
She emits a breathy laugh. “We should be more careful near the dorms.”
“Agreed. Just a one-time thing.”
She nods, and I notice that her body’s shaking.
“Are you cold?”
“No.”
“Why are you shaking then?”
“Honestly?” Her head tilts, eyes still full of lust. “I’m not sure.”
“All right, then…”Odd.
She clears her throat. “I’ll see you next Tuesday afternoon, Professor.”
Smirking, I notice she said Tuesday instead of Thursday. “You mean Thursday?”
Emma opens the door and gently hops out of the car, which seems easier for her to get out of than in. “Nope.” She turns and smiles. “The photo shoot with the paper’s photographer, remember?”
Letting out an annoyed breath, I tilt my head back and mumble a string of curse words.
“Have fun jerking off,” Emma says seductively, and closes the car door, leaving me both annoyed and horny.
I have a feeling that those two will be a recurring combination in the next few months.
Chapter Twenty-Two
EMMA
“Haywood!” Amelia yells.
“Coming, boss!” I finish the last reread of my current article and hit print.
Walking over to my editor’s spread desk, where the articles and pictures are laid out in the way Amelia wants them published, Ben, Oliver, and Samantha stand there helping her. I say hi to all of them and then pay special attention to Amelia.
“Did you finish the article about the student who sold her painting at the local auction for five thousand dollars?”
