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Ford went into the muggy Carolina summer night air. He had a weird sensation in his chest, as if he’d just found out that a sniper was in a perfect position to pick off him and his platoon.
He walked down the sidewalk with no real destination in mind. He hadn’t been lying when he’d told Liberty he had a five a.m., but he didn’t need sleep. And he was restless.
For a moment, he considered going to Willow’s Pond and staying in the cabin. Valor and his pretty little woman had bought the place, and they all had a standing invitation as well as access to the locks. But the pond was farther than he felt like going tonight, and he felt an inexplicable need to find something new and exciting.
He could also hop on his motorcycle and drive until dawn lit the sky. But his CO would kick their asses at five o’clock, and he hated feeling like he’d been run over by a tank.
He also had a paper to write for Professor Dawn. A smile curled his lips. He had a hard time thinking of the gorgeous woman as anything but Angelina. The name suited her so well—feminine, exotic. She was one of those women with an air of mystery surrounding her, and he had a feeling she’d seen and done a hell of a lot in life. It was what made soldiers tougher, and it most likely worked the same with women.
The way she’d gone head-to-head with Ashwood today spoke of her character. What Ford wouldn’t give to go up against her in the bedroom. Images of plunging his hands into her hair and his tongue into her warm, wet mouth invaded his head.
After class earlier today, he’d gone to the showers and jacked off to images of her spread and soaking for him. Him spilling his hot cum all over her creamy body and tongue.
He was hard in an instant, his worn jeans too tight. He needed a wild night with a wilder woman. He could go back to Walker’s and find more than one willing babe. But in his present mood, that would only get him off, and well, he wanted something a little different tonight.
Without realizing it, his feet had carried him all the way to the university. He wasn’t under any disillusion as to why—his thoughts of Angelina had lured him here.
But the place was dark, locked uptight.
For the best. Fucking her would make things awkward in class.
Yeah, he was an asshole looking for pussy, that was all. And Angelina wasn’t a woman who would let herself be his conquest. But fuck, he wanted her bad.
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Angelina kicked off her heels and sank to her sofa, groaning as she stretched her toes. She’d been on her feet far too long today, and in those torture devices. She tipped her head and admired the sleek red leather she’d chosen over her normal black ones.
They are pretty, though.
She didn’t often wear them to teach a class, because she was an active professor, always on her feet, pacing and circling the group of students.
But today when she’d chosen a gray sheath dress, she’d eyed the red heels in her closet and on impulse, grabbed them. The results had been devastating—not to her feet as much as to Ford.
The guy couldn’t keep his eyes off her today. Her whole body felt singed from head to…well, to the tip of her red stilettoes.
She groaned again, this time because she’d purposely teased her student. He was most definitely one of the cockiest men she’d ever taught, but something about him made her want to push his limits.
A big no-no that would get her fired. No fraternizing was a rule worldwide, and she was a stickler for rules thanks to her daddy.
Pushing out a sigh, she wiggled her toes once more before getting up and going into her bedroom. There, she reached back for her zipper, catching the pull and easing it down from the top and when she couldn’t reach anymore, twisted her other arm to reach her mid-back.
Each time she’d caught Ford looking at her, she’d felt as though he were undressing her with his eyes. That heavy-lidded stare ignited her, and she’d had to walk several feet away so he didn’t see her hardened nipples.
She dropped her dress and carefully draped it over the hamper with her other gentle washables. Then she unclasped her bra and let her full breasts spill out. Hard, eager nipples and all. She caught them in her hands, moaning at the pleasure. She was so sensitive here—she liked being sucked for hours before she actually got around to more foreplay. But it had been a long, long time since she’d had a man in her bed and between her legs giving her multiple orgasms.
She ran her palms over the hard tips, making them ache and pucker. Closing her fingers around each bud, she pinched lightly. Then harder.
Her breathing hitched and a noticed warmth of liquid pooled between her legs.
As she collapsed onto her bed, she shimmied off her panties and spread her legs wide, her feet on each edge. Focusing on her nipples again, she closed her eyes and let herself build. Her imagination ran away with her, sweeping her up in the arms of a big, strong soldier, his lips scorching on hers, on her nipples.
On the bare, wet folds of her hungry pussy.
She flicked her nipples, and juices squeezed from her wet pussy. The cooler air of her apartment teased her soaking heat.
“Ford,” she whispered, testing his name on her lips. A wave of lust skittered over her skin and she gave herself up to it.
Might as well purge him from her system before she could lose her head and act on it.
