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“I want you to do it inside me,” she called out, her eyelids fluttering.
“And I can think of nothing better.” I closed my own eyes as I felt the first wave of my climax wash over my skin. It was unlike anything else when it happened with Rory. Intense, sweet,like it was meant to be.
Her little cries told me she’d met me at the same point. I exhaled as my orgasm ebbed.
“Rory,” I finally said. “The things you have done to me. To us.”
She settled down on the chair once more and looked at me with those luminescent eyes. “I–I wish we could take this further.”
That was my cue.
“Tell me you’re thinking the same thing I am.”
“Not unless you tell me what’s on your mind first,Professor.” She grinned.
It was the way she rolled her r’s and how she made me feel like I was in and out of control at the same time. Fuck, this girl.
“Meet us. The three men who’re head over heels for you. You may... I don’t know how the meeting will go, but I’d still say it’s worth a try.”
Rory looked uncertain for a second. My heart thumped as I waited for her to give me an answer.
“I...”
“If you’re not comfortable, we’d never press you into any situation that goes against what you want, Rory.” I spoke gently. “Trust me, nothing is more important than making you feel seen.”
“Thank you for saying that.” Her hair fell past her shoulders in soft waves as she continued to stare at me. Her upper lip had a thin sheen of sweat.
“Where will we meet?” she asked.
It was like I was a child once more, experiencing the first time I’d held a bunch of balloons in my hand.
“Bearly Bar. It’s not too far from school. I can text you the directions?”
“Professor!” she teased. “Are you trying to get my number?”
“I was hoping we could have a one-on-one lesson before you fall asleep,” I replied, chuckling.
“You’re very meticulous, aren’t you? Always looking out for your favorite students.”
“Don’t make me call you to my room tomorrow, Rory. At this rate, I’ll have to ask you to meet me after class.”
“Maybe someday you will.”
Amen to that.
15
Elijah
“The floor is lava, Daddy! The floor is lava!” Sally squealed in her adorable little voice, and I jumped up on the sofa.
I was already out of breath playing with my child, and that was saying something. I tried to stay fit, but who could keep up with such infectious energy?
We were in the living room, and she’d been at it for the last two hours.
The day had begun like any other lazy weekend, with me on the couch, flipping through channels.
My boundless bundle of energy pottered into the room just when I was about to consider taking a nap.
