Page 16 of Professor Obsessed

My spoon clanked on the bowl as it fell from my grasp, “How could you say such an awful thing?”

He cocked his head to the side. “Should I feign sadness because he’s dead?” He slowly sipped his coffee, his stare piercing into me, “Just because someone has passed on, doesn’t make them a good person all of a sudden. Dr. Murdock was an arrogant fuck. He signed his death certificate the moment he came into your office screaming like that.”

His statement was peculiar, “What do you mean?”

“Oh nothing,” he shook his head, waving his hand, “just that karma is a real bitch. Maybe if he had been a better man, his head wouldn’t have been turned to human soup on the street.”

My stomach churned at his words, instantly losing my appetite, I set my silverware down and took a sip of soda, “Yeah, I guess that is true. But, I don’t want to talk about this anymore. What did you have planned this weekend?”

“You’re going to stay with me this weekend,” he said casually. “I’ll take you home after work and you’ll pack your things.”

I hadn’t had any plans myself, so I guess that's fine. “Okay. I can do that. I hope the rest of the day goes by fast. Things at the office have been tough.”

He nodded in understanding. It was true, things with Anna and I had been tense. While we were still friends, she made it clear that she wasn’t the biggest fan of my newly found happiness with Chase. Things were moving fast, but it was my life not hers. And I was finally happy.

“Don’t worry yourself sick over Anna, kitten,” his calming voice broke into my thoughts. He placed his warm hand over mine, I was captivated by the rhythmic pulsing of his veins on the surface, leading throughout his thick forearms, “you don’t really need her.”

I looked down, the sadness washing over me in cold waves, “She was my only friend.”

His grip tightened around my hand, “You have me. Anyone who doesn't accept our relationship isn't welcome to share the same air.”

I nodded. Chase was intense. He said things out loud that most of us just kept inside, he was better with numbers than people, but he was mine. And he only had eyes for me. I love how loudly he cared about me. The feeling was new to me, not having to beg for someone’s love.

I was enough for Chase as me, and there was no way I was going to let anything come between us.

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CHASE

“You,” I grunted, “feel,” thrust, “so fucking good,” enunciating each word as I pounded into Emma’s wet cunt. I couldn’t fucking wait to have her. Once the workday ended, I sped back to my apartment to fuck her senseless.

“I love feeling your pussy grip me, just as I’m about to fill you,” I hammered into her harder, driving my hips into her backside at a brutal pace. Her pale skin was red and bruising under my tight grip.

Emma was bent over my couch, on her toes gasping for breath as I held her down. Looming over her, I leaned down kissing her face, licking wherever I could. She tasted salty, like sex, and all mine. Rising behind her, I slowly slid my dick out of her until nothing but the throbbing tip was in. I looked to where our bodies met and admired her juices spilling down her thighs, glistening on my cock. Slamming back into her, I filled her sweet pink pussy with my come.

We both panted, catching our breath as our bodies collapsed together on the couch. She threw her leg over mine, her slippery inner thigh sliding on mine. I fucking loved her so much, she could never understand.

“So,” she looked up at me with her big gorgeous eyes, her dainty fingers swirled little circles on my chest, “how about you show me around your place.” Her face was red, her body slightly trembled in my arms. I cuddled her closer to me, memorizing the feel of her body fitting perfectly against mine.

“I suppose,” I sighed feigning annoyance, “I can try to contain my desire for you until then, although that thought makes dinner feel like it’s an eternity away, kitten.”

She pulled her panties back on hastily as I tucked my cock back into my slacks but stayed shirtless as I showed her around. While it was bigger than hers, it was nothing like my old place. It had a den that I used for my work from home office, a study, and all the necessary living spaces. As we approached the study, she stood curiously.

“What’s in here?” her hand reached for the knob turning it only to find it locked, “it’s locked.” Her hazel eyes turned to me curiously.

“Don’t worry your beautiful mind about that, kitten,” I told her, leading her back to the main living space, “just some things from an old life.”

She accepted that and took in the decor, “Seattle?” she guessed looking at a painting of a city hung on the wall. It was the only thing I kept upon moving here.

I nodded, “That’s right. I lived there for quite some time. Grew very fond of it,” I admitted. Seattle was a gorgeous city. The only thing it was missing was Emma.

“Do you miss it there?”

I nodded agreeing.

“Why did you leave?” she asked, her attention fully turning back to me.

I’d never forget the instagram post I’d seen of her. All because I clicked on a simple hashtag. I found her and it changed me. She was the reason why nothing else worked out for me, she was the reason why no other woman in Seattle would keep me after finding out that I watched them, followed them, made sure they were isolated and saved just for me. Because she was my other half. Emma was the missing piece.

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