Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24513 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24513 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
“But-but-” London sputtered. “We don’t even know each other.”
I slid a hand down to cup her pussy and smirked. “I’d say we know each other very well. And what we don’t know, we’ll learn between fucking.”
London’s mouth worked silently, and she stared at me, obviously stunned speechless. Then she glanced around the room with agitated eyes. “We can’t be together, Liam,” she blurts. “You could lose your job, and I could be kicked out of school.”
I frowned and cupped her face in my palms. “You think I give a shit about my job when it comes to you? You’re the only one who matters to me. I won’t let them do anything to you, London. But if I have to give up teaching at NYU for you, I won’t hesitate.”
She tried to hide her pleased reaction to my promise with a frown, but I didn’t miss the sparkle in her green eyes. “I care, Liam. I don’t want to be responsible for you losing your livelihood. It’s expensive enough to live here on what professors make, and I don’t…” Her cheeks reddened, and she kept her eyes trained on my throat, avoiding my gaze. “Um, I don’t want you to move.”
I grinned, remembering for the first time that she had no idea who I was or how much I was worth. I would tell her, but I decided to have a little fun and see her reaction to our home first.
And I enjoyed hearing her admit that she was growing attached to me. Given my obsession with her, I was determined to make sure that she couldn’t live without me.
“Maybe we could keep our relationship a secret?” She bit her bottom lip as she mused over her question. I used my thumb to free it, then nipped it in the same place. She inhaled sharply and I swiped my tongue over the spot to soothe any sting before lifting my head.
“You are not a dirty little secret, London,” I told her, narrowing my eyes and scrutinizing her face. “I want everyone to know you’re mine. I want every man who looks at you to immediately know that you’re taken.”
“Yours?” she peeped. She cast her eyes down but not before I saw a glimmer of hope.
“Damn straight,” I growled, making her dimples pop from the curve of her lips. “Besides,”—I glided my hand up from her center to splay it on her flat belly—”it’ll be pretty obvious when you start showing. And I can barely keep my hands off you now.” Closing my eyes, I shook my head and took a deep breath, trying not to picture her swollen with my baby. “I’m not sure I’m going to be able to let you out of the house when your sexy body is round with the proof that you’re mine.” My gaze dropped to her chest, and I licked my lips. “I don’t think I’ll be any better after you have the baby, either,” I groaned. “How the fuck am I supposed to let you out of bed with your big tits full and dripping with milk?” I looked at the ceiling and started counting to ten in Arabic. My cock had woken up with a vengeance, and the images in my head were making me so hard it hurt. If I didn’t get myself under control, I’d end up spreading her out on my desk again and working on that baby. Get a fucking grip, Grey. You can wait until you’re home.
“What baby?!” London yelped. “I’m not pregnant. We only had sex once!”
I gazed back down at her with one raised brow. “Once is all it takes, baby. You do realize that I just fucked your tight little pussy bare, right? You’ve got so much of my come inside you that it wouldn’t surprise me if you’re already pregnant. And I intend to spend the next thirty-six or so hours upping those chances.” I grinned at the thought and winked at her as she gaped at me in shock. She’d wrap her head around the idea soon enough.
A sound in the hallway penetrated my daydreams and reminded me that we needed to get going. I spun London around and patted her ass to get her moving in the direction of my desk, where her backpack had dropped to the floor. “Come on, baby girl. Let’s get your things. We can discuss this some more at home. I need to feed you.” Food first, then I’d feed her pussy ten inches of cock and buckets of baby batter.
London wordlessly followed my instructions, and I picked up my own bag from my desk, then took her elbow to escort her to the door. I blew out an irritated sigh when I was forced to stop touching her. After unlocking and opening the door, I poked my head out to look both ways. If Vanessa was lingering about, it was doubtful that she would put two and two together. The hallway was empty, so I gestured for London to exit first. I’d keep my distance, but I didn’t trust her to follow me and not run if she started to freak out, so I stayed behind her.