Page 41 of Bait

I frown, and she grins.

“I mean, I think your cover is blown.”

I chuckle. “Probably.”

“So, you’re not my professor anymore.”

“That’sprobablya good thing, baby.”

Ana shrugs, making a face. “I dunno, I mean, thatwaskind of the whole attraction. Without that kinky factor of you being my professor…” She sighs. “I mean, besides that, you’re just a creepy old guy who’s fucking an eighteen-year-old.”

I stare at her, and about a quarter second later, she cracks, dissolving into giggles as she throws her arms around me.

“You know I’m kidding, right?”

“Old guy, huh?” I groan, wrapping my arms around her.

“Kidding!” she snorts, looking up at me and laughing at the fake pout on my face. “Aww, did I hurt your feelings?”

“I’m crushed, actually.”

She grins. “Can I make it up to you?”

“Definitely.”

I lean down, cupping her cheek as my lips find hers.

“There’s something else I should tell you,” I murmur into her lips.

“What?”

I pull away, smiling, my eyes locked on hers.

“That I’m in love with you, Ana.”

Her face goes red, her eyes shine, and suddenly, she’s grinning ear-to-ear as sheleapsinto my arms, her legs wrapped around my waist.

“I love you too,” she whispers fiercely.

We crash together again, lips searing into the others, and we let the rest of the world just fade away.

Because really, what else is there but her?

Epilogue

Anastasia

“Your father doesn’t owna shotgun, does he?”

I giggle, turning to lean up and kiss Oliver’s cheek.

“He does, actually. But only for duck hunting.”

“How about boyfriends who are twelve years older than his eighteen-year-old daughter hunting?”

I shrug casually. “Well, guess we’ll find out.”

Oliver groans, and I giggle again as I squeeze his hand.

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