“So tight.” His voice is hot praise. Whatever we’re doing, I can’t help feeling like I’m getting an A.
A big one.
He starts stroking into me, finding an angle that’s better than anything I’ve found myself.
All I can think about is the building pressure to come, and his driving forces me to the edge.
His hand grabs my shoulder and the other takes my hip. He pulls me back onto him. His free hand slides down my belly, touching my clit.
“I’m going to watch you come,” he says, his voice so deep it shakes me. “If you’re good, I’ll make you come again.”
I’m having a hard time even standing with all the pressure and it’s not helping that his cock is hitting me in just the right spot.
He increases the pressure and speed on my clit and I shudder. Heat spreads across my skin.
“Cherry, I was wrong. You’re fucking perfect.”
I hear the distinct rhythm in his voice that says he’s close to coming, and I work myself to the same tempo.
I’m going to come. I’m going to come. I’m going to come.
Then I’m breaking, pleasure detonating deep inside me and rippling outward.
His hand connects with my ass and the shock has every muscle clenching.
“Again.”
When he re-enters from behind, I’m a goner.
He drives harder.
I explode as I scream his name and fall forward against the shelf, my leg slipping as I shift.
And I kick the sheet of glass.
There’s a shattering sound behind us.
“Oh my God. I…”
But he doesn’t stop.
A shudder runs through him and he pushes hard a final time and holds me as he finishes.
“Shit!” Reality sinks in as I realize I destroyed the pane of glass we were going to use. “I’m the worst team lead ever.”
Sawyer chuckles. “We can order more glass.”
His face is close. I want to kiss him.
“We have lots of lessons to make up, Cherry. I’m going to have you on the desk.” He deepens his voice. “I’m going to have you on the floor.” He nibbles my neck, kissing up and down the side. “I’m going to have you against the door.”
My eyes squeeze shut. I told Madison this was over. I swore I’d put the team first.
As I straighten my clothes, I realize they’re not the only issue. “What’s the dean’s problem with you?”
Sawyer adjusts his cuffs. “He lied on an important paper five years ago. It stopped him from getting tenure.”
“How is this your fault?”
“I was his research assistant who worked on the paper.”
I can’t wrap my head around it, Sawyer working with—for—the dean.
“There was an investigation. He was never formally disciplined, but the cloud of it hung over his head. He wanted to get in closer with my father. For all his flaws, he was influential, with an impeccable academic record.”
“Until this.”
He nods.
“He went and taught at another school before coming back. I’m not sure how he brokered this deal.”
I turn that over. There’s still a piece that doesn’t click. “Why do you care that the dean wanted to get in close with your father? Your dad was a dick to you.”
“He made sure I had good grades and opportunities.”
“Oh, so he wasn’t all evil,” I prod, and am rewarded by a dark look.
Sawyer cups my ass, pulling me against him. “Whatever redemption kick you’re on, it’s not gonna happen.”
“Because you think your relationship with your dad isn’t worth saving?”
“You’d give anyone a second chance.”
My arms loop around his neck. “And aren’t you glad I did?”
I tug at my lip, but Sawyer captures my finger and presses it to his own. I brush softly over the bow of his lip, and suddenly he sucks my finger between his teeth.
This is so good.
He’s so good.
I can’t believe we’re doing this again. My body is still shaking from what just happened, and already, I’m greedily plotting ways to have more.
“There are things we can’t do in the supply room,” he murmurs after releasing me. “We could go to a hotel.”
“Or your place.”
“There’s not much to see. The porch is still off. I’m going to finish it in the next few days so the realtor can get working on it again.”
I start down the aisle away from him. “Send me a picture.”
“Of my realtor?”
“No!” Thinking of the woman draped over Sawyer at Fall Ball has dark jealousy rising up. “Of the porch. Preferably of you working on the porch. Shirt optional.”
“Or I could send you a picture of my cock when I’m thinking of you late at night.” His grin is delicious, and my throat dries.
“That works too.”
“Tell you what. Next Thursday night, I’ll find us a place. You’re mine all night long. You need to catch up on my lessons.”
“It’s midterms, Professor. Girl’s got to study.”
“I’ll drill you.”
I cock my head. “On my flashcards?”
“Anywhere you want, Cherry.”
13
Olivia
The rest of the week and part of the next one are focused on classes and hooking up with Sawyer in between.
That doesn’t stop us from arguing in class, or by text, or on the phone.
We hooked up in his office, in a closet in the university center after lunch, and even after dark behind the library Tuesday night.
It’s reckless and addictive, and always over too soon because the threat of being caught is never far away.
A couple of times I scan R.U. Down with my friends, though I’m only halfheartedly interested in other people’s gossip.
I have my own again.
Wanting Sawyer is the easy part. I’m a grown woman and he’s sexy and amazing and makes me feel things I thought weren’t real.
He’s also been warmer and more attentive with the team lately, and more generous with his time. The input he’s given has come more like suggestions than commands.
I presented the idea of the diving robot to the team. Strangely, Madison was the first to get on board. She can convince Royce—he looks at her like she makes the sun rise over Campus Hill every morning.
Adam might take some work.
But when I explained underwater robots are helping in more lucrative applications too, like shipping and oil drilling, that seemed to placate him for now.
We have momentum for the first time. I’m starting to believe we can put forward an amazing project. Maybe even a winning one. The email that came through yesterday from the dean was the final act of what I put in motion last week.
Dear Olivia,
We received the check. Please thank your father.
The Dean
I pledged that money because I wanted to keep the Stars competition going. If it accomplishes that, it’ll be worth it.
When I received the money from Lancaster’s lawyer, the woman informed me he had intended to leave me a few other items but couldn’t find a record of them. My curiosity was piqued but I told her it was fine.