Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74004 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74004 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Dr. Arden introduced me, and I began my speech about how I got into business and my success with it. The entire time, my emotions swayed from raging jealousy, wanting to rip A-a-ron apart to heated desire imagining fucking her in front of everyone.
By the time we made it to the Q and A, my dick was stretching the limits of my pants.
I became even more turned on when Olivia glared at each girl who asked a question overtly flirting with me.
“Do you make sure to test all the beds in each of your hotels to make sure they have enough…bounce?”
“How do you make sure the furniture is sturdy enough for any rough visitors?”
I didn’t know why I was surprised by their bold questions considering Olivia had pursued me rather overtly, but answering them felt like walking through a minefield. I was grateful when Dr. Arden let us know class was over.
“I have to run,” Dr. Arden said. “Take your time. No one uses this room for the rest of the day.”
With a few more thank yous, she was gone.
Some of the girls lingered, but when I didn’t pay them any attention, they quickly left. Olivia took her sweet time packing up her notebooks, ensuring she was one of the last to leave the room. When the class was almost empty, she made her approach. She’d just opened her mouth when Pencil-dick threw his arm around her shoulders and tugged her close.
“How’s our girl doing, Alex?”
My whole body clenched, watching his arm around my woman. The fact that he was an arrogant prick addressing me like he knew me was only icing on the rage-filled cake. My muscles ached from restraining to not pulverize a fucking student.
I didn’t even register Olivia’s reaction, I was so consumed with coming up with ways to murder Aaron and hide his body. When I was sure I could get away with it, I took a step forward. But just as I did, Olivia reacted.
She twisted her shoulders and ducked under his arm, shoving him for good measure. “I’m not your girl, Aaron,” she snarled. “I can’t believe how disrespectful you’re being right now. Especially in front of Mr. Kent.”
Aaron, undeterred and apparently missing the warning signs that he might not make it out of this room in one piece, stepped back into Olivia’s space. “You may not be my girl,” he said with air quotes. “But you’re my Netflix and chill. I’m sure Alex understands. He was in college once.”
That was it. He was dead. My hand was already lifting when Olivia side-stepped to get between Aaron and me.
“What Mr. Kent,” she said, enunciating my name, “did in college doesn’t matter. What matters is that you stop touching me.” She stepped forward, and Aaron must have read something on her face because, for the first time, he backed up. “Stop assuming I’m yours. Stop calling me. Matter of fact, A-a-ron, just stop remembering I exist and fuck off.”
Pencil-dick swallowed, and I barely held back my laugh at him being so scared of this fireball in front of him. It didn’t take him long to recover though. He pulled his shoulders back and screwed up his face. “Whatever. Your loss.”
And with that, he was gone. Hopefully, forever.
Olivia’s shoulders rose and fell on a deep breath before she turned to me with an embarrassed twist to her lips. “Sorry about that.”
My first reaction was to pull her in my arms and tell her how proud I was of her being a badass, but somehow, I held back. Instead, I reacted with the desire and need that had been brewing for the past hour. “Close the door,” I ordered.
Her eyes widened, and color rose on her cheeks. “Kent, we can’t.”
“Did I ask for your permission?”
“No,” she breathed.
“Then go close the door.”
She swallowed, turning to do as she was told. By the time she turned back to me, I stood beside the teacher’s desk, waiting for her.
“Come here.”
Her steps were almost silent as she crossed the room until she stood inches from me. Her tongue slicked across her full lips, and I fought from leaning in to bite them, to suck her tongue into my mouth and taste her.
“Put your hands on the desk,” I ordered.
She looked so innocent with her wide blue eyes, smooth skin, and the classroom behind her. It shouldn’t have turned me on as much as it did, but I couldn’t help it. All that innocence masked the wild, erotic woman beneath. She placed her hands on the edge of the desk and adjusted her hips, widening her legs without even being told. She presented her ass perfectly.
She jumped when my fingers caressed the back of her thigh but didn’t move. Up, up, up, my hand trailed, leaving goosebumps in their wake until I reached the plump curve of her ass. I delicately lifted the skirt of her dress and rested it above her hips. Her white lace panties only half covered the pale cheeks. I stroked the skin, massaged her in my hand, never reaching between her legs, no matter how much she squirmed.