He leaned forward and kissed me hard. And I wanted him all over again. I grabbed his hair and pulled him back.
“I want you to fuck me in the middle of the pool table, Professor Hunter.”
“Then get in the middle and spread your legs, Miss Taylor.” He flashed me one of his smiles that made my knees weak.
I liked when he called me Miss Taylor, too. I didn’t care if that made us weird. At least we could be weird together. I pushed balls out of my way as I scooted into the center of the table. I gulped as I watched him climb onto the table after me. He leaned over me and pushed the rest of the balls out of the way. I heard them clang together as he pressed down on the center of my chest, shoving my back onto the table.
He grabbed my thighs and thrust himself deep inside of me.
“Professor Hunter,” I moaned. I had missed calling him that. I wanted to say it a million times.
He kept one hand on my thigh and grabbed the edge of the table with his other hand. “I’ve missed hearing you say that.” He kissed me hard as he continued to slide his length in and out of me.
We were so much more than professor and student now. But he was right. This was so incredibly hot. It brought me right back to our very first time in his office. “Harder, Professor Hunter.”
He grabbed both my hands and lifted them above my head, knocking more balls out of the way. “Fuck, Penny.” He moved his hips faster. “I’ll never get enough of you.”
I wanted to run my hands through his hair and down the muscles in his back, but I couldn’t move. I was completely at his mercy. “I’ll never get enough of you either.”
He leaned down and kissed me again.
I loved when he was rough with me.
“Say my name when you come, Penny. I want to hear you say it when you clench around my cock.” He tilted his hips, going deeper still.
“Professor Hunter!” I screamed as I came again. As soon as I yelled his name I felt the familiar warmth spread up into my stomach. He continued to thrust in and out of me. When he was done, he collapsed beside me, pulling my head onto his chest.
I could feel and hear his heart beating rapidly. His cologne mixed with sweat was my favorite smell in the world. I don’t think I had ever felt so relaxed and happy. I sighed and nuzzled against his chest.
“I love you, Penny. I love you more than I even knew I could.” He ran his fingers through my hair.
I tilted my head and kissed his chest. “I love you.” I kissed his chest again. “James.” I kissed his collar bone. “Professor Hunter.” I kissed the scruff under his chin. “C. E. O.” I kissed his lips.
He grabbed the side of my face and deepened the kiss.
“Whatever you want to be. You’re mine.” I smiled down at him.
He ran his palm along my cheek. “Yours.” His chest rose and fell under my arm.
Nothing else mattered. I was his and he was mine.
Friday
I rolled over to snuggle up to James, but all I felt were empty sheets. I slowly opened my eyes and yawned. James wasn’t beside me, but there was a note on his pillow. I smiled and slowly sat up.
Penny,
I went for a run. I probably won’t be back before you leave. Good luck on your speech today. Although you don’t need it. As long as you don’t curse and stray off topic.
Text me about lunch. I can pick you up and take you somewhere off Main Street. And call me if you need to talk. Or if you decided to drop Comm, which I still hope you do, I’ll see you soon.
Love,
Professor Hunter
P. S. Try not to fall in love with your new Comm professor.
I smiled and climbed out of bed. He had nothing to worry about. My speech would be fine. Today would be fine. After brushing my teeth and putting on minimal makeup, I went into the closet and found a pair of jeans and a tank top. Melissa was right. These clothes were amazing. I pulled on a leather jacket. My new clothes smelled like James. Which was really comforting. And I wasn’t even that nervous about giving my speech today because he wasn’t going to be the one sitting there analyzing what I said. Besides, my whole class already seemed to hate me, so who really cared if I messed up. I just needed to get it over with.
I pulled on a pair of matching brown leather boots and walked out into the kitchen. I was kind of relieved that Ellen wasn’t there. She seemed really nice, but I had never been alone with her. I felt weird about the dynamic. And I wasn’t sure if James had told her I was moving in with him yet or not. I grabbed a granola bar and my backpack and retreated to the elevator.
I walked out of the side exit of the parking garage that I had found before. It was the only way that I knew how to leave the apartment. And since it was a weird place to leave, there were no news vans parked outside. So far so good.
It was strange walking on Main Street toward the lecture hall. I was used to walking along the brick paths of the green. It was nice though. No one seemed to know who I was. And there were still fall leaves to step on. One of my favorite parts of autumn was crunching leaves. I smiled when I walked past the small coffee shop where I had first met James. It was nice that I’d get to walk by that every morning. I put my hand in my pocket and ran my fingers along the note he had left me this morning. I had brought it just in case I needed some reassuring throughout the day. Whatever happened, it was all worth it.