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Jillian gasped, and for a moment, I was certain she might collapse straight to the floor.
Don just looked up with a bored expression on his face. “Office hours are over. If you want to discuss your paper, you’ll need to return on Monday.”
“I’m definitely not a student, professor.” I crossed my arms and cocked my head. “Is she yours?”
“Brendan,” Jillian hissed. Straightening, she ran her hands down her dress. I recognized the move well. She was nervous. “Don is my boyfriend.”
I snorted. “Your boyfriend? That has to be a joke.”
The boyfriend removed his glasses and glared at us. “I’m sorry. Who are you?”
“I’m her hu—”
“Old friend,” Jillian practically yelled while she shot me a deadly look. “I’m sorry, Don. I asked him to meet me here so I could have a word with him before dinner. Will you excuse us please? We’ll only be a minute.” She glared at me as she grabbed the front of my shirt and pushed me out of the doorway. I let her drag me all the way down the hall and around the corner before I wrapped my fingers around her wrist, whirled her around, and shoved her up against the wall.
“If you wanted some alone time with me, darling, all you had to do was ask,” I teased, my lips just inches from hers.
She shoved at my chest. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“I might ask you the same. When we were together, you always thought it was tacky when the professor fucked the student.”
“We’re not fucking,” she hissed just as her face flamed a pretty pink. “Ignore that. What I meant to say is that I am not his student, and he has never been my professor. We have a strictly personal relationship.”
“Personal, but not fucking? Maybe it’s because you know there isn’t an ounce of passion in that man, and I definitely didn’t see any chemistry between the two of you. And what is tonight? Is he showing you off to his other stuffy colleagues? Maybe hoping to barter you for tenure?”
Fire burned in her eyes, and she raised her hand to slap me, but I deflected the blow by grasping her wrist. I deserved the hit. I was being a complete asshole, but it wasn’t just jealousy. She was going down a dangerous path if she thought that dating the asshole in the office was the answer.
“You are out of line,” she whispered. “I don’t give a damn what the legal system says. We are divorced, and you don’t get to tell me what to do with my life.”
I leaned closer, until my lips were just centimeters from hers. “So, as your boyfriend, I’m sure he knows all about your ex-husband. And I’m sure the first thing that you told him was that we screwed up, and you’re still married. Since he’s your boyfriend, and you really care about your relationship with him and all.” I smiled, unable to help myself. “Right, Jillian?”
She growled low in her chest, and for a second I thought she might take a bite out of my nose. “It’s because I care about my relationship with him that I want to resolve this without involving him. And it is also because I care about my relationship with him that I don’t want to put it in danger by going to live with you for the summer and pretend that we’re blissfully happy!” She glared at me, but as the seconds passed, her expression softened. Her lips opened, and her breathing deepened.
“I have a resolution for you. Why don’t you tell your boring boyfriend that you’re taking a sabbatical to work on your paper? I’m sure he’ll be on board with that. As a man who loves you, I’m sure he only cares about your future, right?” The sarcasm nearly burned my tongue.
She fought against my hold. “If you’re insinuating that he’s using me, then maybe you should take a look in the mirror. You’re threatening to sabotage my career if I don’t do what you want, remember?”
I wished it were that easy, but this was no longer about Harry’s ranch. The more time I spent with Jillian, the more time I wanted to spend with her. It was becoming more and more obvious that I wasn’t reopening an old wound. Our wounds had never healed, and maybe it was time we put our business to bed once and for all.
Bed.
With Jillian.
My cock hardened immediately at the thought, and I dipped my head, giving into the craving I’d had for so long.
She was every bit as sinfully sweet as I remembered. In an instant, I was hers again. How could I have ever walked away from this?
Sliding my arms around her, I pulled her up against me, taking the kiss I’d wanted since walking into her therapy session. Her dress slid up her thighs, and she automatically pushed up against my erection and whimpered. Fuck. I could have her right now. Unzip my pants, slide inside her, and thrust into her until her gasping moans echoed off the walls.
