Текст книги "Tempting"
Автор книги: Alex Lucian
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Chapter Thirty-Five
Three Months Later
I pulled my car into the garage and didn’t get out right away, just taking a minute to not have an incredibly unprofessional freak-out. I’m talking full on yelling, screaming, bouncing off the walls celebration. Instead I kept my hands on the steering wheel and grinned, imagining Adele’s reaction when I went inside and told her.
Harvard. I was going to teach at mother fucking Harvard.
She was going to lose it.
When I’d pulled in the driveway, I saw a light on in the family room, so I knew she’d let herself in with the key I had given her about a month prior. For all intents and purposes she lived with me, only spending about one night a week at her apartment, since I was technically still an employee of Northern University, and she was a student there, regardless of the fact that she was no longer in classes I taught. So we kept it low key—driving out of town when we wanted go out, her maintaining the lease on her apartment and me making a point not to look her direction if we passed each other on campus.
But in four months’ time, we’d be able to do whatever the hell we wanted. I let out a relieved laugh and opened the door to go in.
God, what a relief. What a fucking relief. She’d be thrilled. No more being careful, no more wondering whose eyes were on us.
I tried to open the door, but it was locked. Hmm. Using my key to turn the deadbolt, I called her name when I walked in. But only silence greeted me.
“Adele?” I said again, a little louder. The kitchen was clean, a miracle when she’d been home by herself. On the island was the vintage Smith-Corona typewriter I’d bought her for Christmas. With a shake of my head, I pulled the cream colored paper out and brought it close enough to read.
I’ve been a very bad girl. You’d better come find me and see what I’ve done.
-A
That was the thing about living with Adele, or … sort of living with her, I guess. The number of times I’d come to home to find her in the mood to play still boggled my mind. I could feel myself harden, and I dropped my coat and car keys on the counter. My shoes stayed behind too, as I didn’t want her to hear me coming. I was just starting to loosen my tie when I passed my office and froze.
“Fucking hell, Adele.”
She was leaning against my desk, a tiny red plaid skirt barely covering her and a white cropped button-down tied just underneath a red lace bra that could hardly contain her breasts. She wore thick-framed glasses and had smoothed her hair into long blonde pigtails on either side of her face. White thigh-high stockings that tied with a red bow covered her legs, and on her feet were those red heels. The ones that I sometimes saw in my dreams.
I braced my hands on the doorway and we drank each other in.
“What have we here?” I said, finally walking toward her.
She blinked up at me, face painted with comical innocence. “Professor Easton, I was so naughty.”
With one finger, I traced the skin from the base of her throat and over the firm skin of her tits. “Is that so?”
Adele nodded, biting her lip and thrusting her chest toward me. “I don’t know what came over me. I started looking through your computer and found some … things.”
I hummed, using one hand to untie the knot on her shirt, the other to carefully pull the glasses off her perfect face. “What’d you find, little girl?”
“Pictures,” she whispered and started to take my tie off. I gripped her wrists and pulled them away with a stern shake of my head. Her pupils dilated and she acquiesced easily.
“Show me.”
The quick flick of her eyes toward my laptop screen broke the connection long enough that I could let myself look down the length of her body. That skirt was so tiny, I’d be shocked if it covered her entire ass. The screen flickered to life and I grinned. They were all pictures of her, some naked, some not. All incredible. And I’d be looking at them in detail later.
“My, my. Somebody had a lot of time on her hands today.”
For a split second, she dropped her role, let the fire show in hers eyes and slugged me in the shoulder. “Hey. Don’t be a jackass.”
She softened though, when I smiled down at her and tipped her chin up with my thumb. “Which one is your favorite?”
Adele twisted so she could face my computer again, and it did marvelous things to her body. And no, the skirt did not cover her ass, which was fantastic, because I could smooth my hands up her skin unencumbered.
Her hips wiggled backward in response to my touch and I leaned over her so my chest covered her back. While my right hand came around her front so I could make smooth circles over her clit, I finally noticed the picture she’d chosen. One of her hands was slipped down into the skirt and it showed the smooth expanse of her stomach, the curve of one breast.
“Interesting choice.” I pulled my hand away and she cursed, which made me smile again. I did that so often now, every single day. But she stopped when she heard the sound of me dropping my belt onto the floor next to us.
“I was thinking about you when I took it. What you’d do to me when you got home.”
“Good girl,” I said and opened my pants, flipping the small skirt up. “I have exciting news for you.”
“Yeah?” she asked, voice ragged.
“Mmhmm. But I don’t know if I’ll tell you just yet. Even though it means you can stay here. All the time.”
Her head whipped to the side to look at me, eyes wide. “What?”
I chose that exact moment to thrust into her and we both groaned. As always, she met me move for move, my equal, always pushing me to go faster and harder until we both slumped with exhaustion.
It wasn’t until we were tangled up on the floor, her head cushioned on my chest, that I actually told her that Harvard had offered me a job.
“It’ll be a huge change, no doubt about that. More money, more prestige, but probably a lot more stress, too.”
“And this, this change will make you happy?” she asked, drawing a slow finger under the curve of my pectoral.
“Hmm. It means no more dealing with my father, right?”
“Yes.”
“And I’ll no longer be teaching at the same school where you will be a student for the next two years.”
“Uh-huh.”
The skin on her spine was so soft when I coasted a hand up it. “And that means you’ll get to stay here. Every night. As long as you want.”
Adele propped her chin on me and met my gaze so directly that my heart halted.
“And what if I want forever?”
“Well then,” I said and gathered her closer, even though it still wasn’t close enough, “far be it from me to try to get in between you and what you want. I’m helpless in the wake of your desires.”
The smile that spread across her face stole my heart, it was so full of elation. And truthfully? I was perfectly okay with that.
I didn’t want it back anyway.
The End
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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
First and foremost, I give thanks to my parents. Even though they don’t know that this book exists, without them I wouldn’t have the drive to write, the acuity to see where I needed help, nor the intellect to string words together. Thank you for these brains. Petit à petit, l'oiseau fait son nid.
While this endeavor was kept secret from those I loved, there are a select few of you who have entrusted me with your secrets—may they stay buried at the bottom of the Charles River—and you know mine. Thank you for your advice and discretion.
I’d like to extend a most heartfelt thank you to Jena Campbell with Indie Girl Promotions, for taking me under her wing and guiding me along this process. You are profoundly underpaid for everything you do.
To my beta readers: Christina, thank you for your quick proofreading and your praise; Leigh, for your thorough notes and eagle eye; Anna, for giving me the first feedback as a reader.
To the number of people who have gone out of their way to help me through this process via Facebook: Tammy, Jacquie, and Kimie—your support has been a most welcome surprise. Thank you for sharing my posts and teasers; it means a great deal to me.
Paula-Flossie, ah. You’ve been wonderful. I hope you don’t hate this book, because that will make things very awkward between us. Heh. Thank you for being a ray of sunshine armed with animal gifs.
To Jade, with The Write Assistants. You are phenomenal. Thank you for being willing to work with my tight schedule and for guiding me through this process.
To Jamie. You’ve provided me with endless amounts of inspiration. And you’ll never know about this book—a blessing and a shame. But you deserve every bit of acknowledgement that I can give you, no matter how insignificant. You haunt me still.
And finally, to the reader. Thank you for purchasing this novel, for leaving a review (if you do), for sharing with your friends. This book would serve no purpose if it weren’t for you.
