Page 152 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 10

Tuesday

Something had shifted in the air. Maybe it was the weight off my shoulders from telling Penny the truth. Or maybe it was the thunder booming in the sky. Penny was right, the rain always reminded me of her and our first kiss. Regardless, it was like I could feel the electricity crackling between us.

When the elevator doors closed on the way up to my apartment, I wasn’t sure who moved first. But my fingers tangled in her wet hair as I slammed her back against the wall. Her lips tasted like the rain. And I realized that for the longest time, they’d taste like sin. But not tonight.

For so long I’d been concerned about being her professor. Being older than her. Being a bad influence.

But now everything was more simple. I was a man. She was a woman. And she was fucking mine.

The elevators dinged and I grabbed her thighs and lifted her up. She immediately wrapped her legs around me. I was pretty sure I knocked something off the kitchen counter as I carried her into my bedroom. But I didn’t care. All I wanted was more of her.

She didn’t care that I was a monster. But maybe that was the whole point. She made me feel like I wasn’t.

Penny loved me.

The real me.

I slammed her back against the doorjamb as I tried to pull off her shirt. But it was sticky from the rain.

“The. Bed,” she said between kisses.

But she didn’t realize how desperate I was for her. This was what I’d wanted to do to her when I’d pressed her against the side of my car. When I’d told her to stop thinking about me. All I wanted to do was fuck her senseless.

“James.” She laughed as she put her hand on my chest. Her lips were swollen from my kisses. “Put me down so I can somehow take off my clothes.”

Put her down? Hmm. There were some visions in my head of things I’d been wanting to do with her. I couldn’t even count the times I’d masturbated to the image of her on her knees right in my bedroom. How many times I’d dreamed of devouring her sweet pussy. Before I’d even kissed her.

And I was done beating myself up over this. Penny wanted me just as much as I wanted her. I knew we were more than just a professor and his student. I wasn’t even sure how much longer I’d be her professor. But there was something I wanted to do while I still was.

I slowly lowered her feet back down to the ground. She took a step toward the bed, but I grabbed her wrist. She turned back to me and looked up at me with her big innocent eyes.

But we both knew she wasn’t all that innocent. I peeled her wet shirt off over her head. Followed by her jeans and thong. She blushed as I unhooked her bra.

She reached for the hem of my shirt, but I caught her hand. “Get on your knees, Miss Taylor.”

Her throat made that adorable squeaking noise I loved. But she didn’t make me repeat myself. She knelt down and stared up at me.

I sat down on the edge of the bed. “Do you have any idea how many times I fucked my hand while thinking about you?”

She shook her head.

“I pictured you in my office. In my bed. In my shower.” I put my elbows on my knees and leaned forward.

The heat in her gaze made me feel hot all over.

“The first time you texted me, I had my hand wrapped around my cock. Don’t tell me I’m the only one, Miss Taylor. Did you touch yourself and wish it was me?”

“I…”

“Show me,” I said. I could so easily picture her in her uncomfortable bed in her dorm, running her fingers along her wetness. Snuggled up next to my sweater. Trying to be quiet so no one would know the dirty thoughts running through her head.

She slid her hand up her thigh. For just a second, she paused at the top of her thigh. But then she locked eyes with me and slid her index finger into her wetness. Her lips parted slightly as she moved her finger in and out.

I resisted the urge to fall to my knees and replace her finger with my tongue. “What did you picture when you touched yourself?” I asked. Because I’d fucking pictured this. I wasn’t sure why, but I really loved her being completely exposed to me while I was still fully clothed.

“You,” she said.

“I’m going to need more than that, Miss Taylor.” My erection was straining against my jeans and we’d barely even started.

Her cheeks flushed even more. “I pictured you pulling me into a dark room. Where no one could see us.”

I watched her nipples harden. “And then what?”

“You’d tell me you couldn’t stop thinking about me as your hand wandered up my thigh.” She closed her eyes like she was still dreaming. “I’d grab your tie. You’d press my back against the door and cage me in.” Her hand started to move faster.

I’d pictured this same scene. Having her in a dark room, completely unseen. “Stop,” I said.

Her hand froze. She watched me stand up and walk over to the lights. I switched them off as thunder boomed in the distance.

When my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I stared down at her. “Come here.”

She shifted forward onto all fours. And crawled. To. Me. Fucking Christ. If I wasn’t in love already, that would have done it.

I put my fingers underneath her chin. I’d felt like I was slowly dying before I met her. But she made me feel alive. “Do you know what I pictured while I stroked my cock?”

She didn’t respond.

“Your lips wrapped around me.” I undid my button and zipper with my free hand. “Letting me tell you exactly how I like it. Teaching you. Be a good girl and suck your professor’s cock. And then I’ll give you your fantasy.”

She didn’t even hesitate. Her lips wrapped around my cock like she was as greedy for this as I was. I buried my fingers into her wet hair. I loved being her professor. But she didn’t really need much instruction here. Her mouth was already fucking perfection. I still fantasized about it though.

“Show me how far you can go down, baby,” I said.

She complied.

My tip pressing against the back of her throat felt amazing. But there was one thing that would make it better. “Use your hand at my base.”

She lifted her hand, wrapping her fingers around where her mouth couldn’t reach.

“Just like that,” I groaned. “In sync with your mouth.”

Her head bobbed up and down on my cock.

“Just a little tighter,” I said.

Her lips wrapped tighter around me.

Fucking hell. “If you relax your throat, you can take more of my cock. Can you relax your throat for me, Miss Taylor?”

I wasn’t sure if it was what I called her, or the rain turning her on even more, but she shifted forward. My tip went into the back of her throat and she gagged.

I groaned. “Just like that, Miss Taylor. Gag on my cock.”

She moved down even further.

Jesus. I gripped her hair tighter and pulled back before I exploded down her throat.

She looked up at me with her big blue eyes. They were a little watery from choking on my cock. But I could tell she loved every second of that.

“Your turn.” I helped her up as I kicked my bedroom door closed. It wasn’t a dark closet or anything. But this would do.

Her throat made that squeaking noise again as I caged her in against the closed door.

“I can’t stop thinking about you, Miss Taylor.”

She smiled up at me. “This is so much better than my fantasy.” She grabbed the front of my shirt and tugged me toward her.

“And what happens next?” I whispered against her lips.

“You fuck me against the door, Professor Hunter.”

God, this girl was everything I’d ever needed. I lifted her up and slammed my cock inside of her as her back hit the door.

I should have been making love to her. We’d been through so much to get here. But I knew what my girl liked.

“Do you like being a little slut for me?” I whispered into her ear.

She moaned.

“Do you like riding your professor’s cock?”

Her nails dug into my back.

I thrust into her harder, savoring the feeling of her gripping me. “You like sneaking around with me, Miss Taylor?”

“Professor Hunter,” she moaned.

Fuck. “I love you.” I knew I’d broken away from her fantasy. But I really needed her to know.

She grabbed both sides of my face. “I love you.” She kissed the tip of my nose.

And for some reason it made me laugh.

Which made her laugh too. She gripped my cock even tighter.

God. I pulled her off the door and we both laughed as we tumbled into my bed. I caught myself so I wouldn’t crush her. I stared down at her splayed beneath me.

She reached up and ran her fingers along my jaw line. “My fantasy has changed.”

“Yeah? How so?”

“I want this. Right here, right now.” She pressed her hand against the center of my chest.

And I felt it again. Her warmth spreading into my cold soul. My fantasy had changed too. I grabbed the outside of her thigh, hiking her leg up.

She moaned at the change of angle.

Penny and I weren’t some quick fuck. And I was going to spend the rest of my life worshipping her body.

***

Our wet clothes were in a heap on the floor and our naked bodies were intertwined on my bed.

"I think you might still be addicted to sex,” Penny said.

I laughed and kissed the top of her head. "Maybe it's just because I like using it as a weapon with you?"

"I'm sorry."

"No, you're right. You're...frustrating. Sex is the only way I can seem to control you." And I really liked controlling her. Especially when her response was to fucking crawl to me.

"Control me?" She rolled onto her side and perched her head up on her hand. "Hmm. I could control you in bed."

"No, you couldn't. I'm stronger than you."

"I could tie you down."

"Good luck trying. It'll end up being you tied to my bed. Which doesn't sound bad at all." I actually really liked the sound of that. I needed to tell Ellen to buy me some rope. I pressed my lips together. Or maybe I should buy it myself. She’d ask too many questions.

"Maybe later. James, did you really blackmail her?"

I sighed and rolled over to face her. I figured this question would come at some point.

"That wasn't much of a segue." I stared at her for a minute. Maybe I should have felt bad about blackmailing Isabella, but I didn’t.

Because I had everything I wanted now. Penny.

"It's the last thing I could think of to do.

I know it was stupid. I wanted to be with you.

I didn't want her to control my life anymore.

You said you wanted to wait and I had no intention of waiting. "

She looked amused by my answer. "I like that you're bad."

I laughed. "You do?"

"I've spent my whole life being good. It's fun being bad for a change."

"What, do you think dating a bad boy automatically makes you a bad ass?"

She laughed. "Absolutely... Professor Hunter ."

"Touché." Penny was a good girl. For me. At least most of the time. But she was also kinky as hell. I loved every side of her.

Her eyes locked with mine. "I don't care if people think this is wrong."

I reached out and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "We should probably talk about that."

"Isabella's threat? You think she'll really reveal our relationship?"

There was nothing stopping Isabella now.

She’d already signed the papers. She’d gotten half of what was mine.

She could tell anyone whatever she wanted without any repercussions.

And I knew she came off looking better in this scenario than I did.

Especially with her spin on the “facts.” I didn’t want to get into a media war with her.

I didn’t want anything to do with her. So I needed to get out in front of this thing.

"I think it would be best if we go to the dean in the morning. "

"But..."

"It's better if he hears it from us." We’d agreed that we were all in. And I meant it. I also knew what that meant. We needed to tell the dean. We needed to tell her parents. We just needed to come clean to everyone.

"I don't want you to get fired."

I swallowed hard. "Yeah, me either.” Just thinking about not teaching anymore made my chest feel weird.

Coming here had saved me. Teaching had saved me.

And I didn’t know what would happen if I had to walk away.

But getting ahead of this would hopefully mean I didn’t have to.

“I know you're worried about what will happen.

I told you it's not explicitly against the rules.

And I don't think that anyone's complained. "

"So you think nothing will happen?"

"I hope nothing happens. But I don't want you to worry about it." This was all on me, not her. I kissed her forehead and climbed out of bed. I pulled on a pair of pajama bottoms.

"Where are you going?"

"Get some sleep. I need to make a phone call."

"To who?"

"My lawyer." My eyes trailed down her naked body.

"I won't let anything happen to you. We'll figure this out." If I’d had any lingering doubts, tonight would have confirmed everything for me. Penny and I were meant to be. And I’d promised myself I’d protect her.

That meant getting in front of this situation.