Page 42 of Arrogant Professor

And gazed upon my face.

‘Twas partly love, and partly fear,

And partly ‘twas a bashful art,

That I might rather feel, than see,

The swelling of her heart.”

“That’s beautiful,” I said softly.

“It’s a rare edition of Coleridge’s work I bought for the shop,” he replied. “I’ll hate to part with it one day.”

Gingerly setting the book on the nightstand, he gave my thigh an affectionate tap.

“We’d better get moving, or we’re going to be late for work.”

I groaned, clinging to him tighter. Vincent laughed and pried my arm free as he set the book on his nightstand.

“I’ll get the coffee started.”

“Can’t we just call in sick and stay in bed?”

Vincent tugged his sweats on, but didn’t bother with a shirt. My gaze followed his bare back as he pulled the curtains open. I squinted at the onslaught of sunlight and pulled a pillow over my head.

“That kind of work ethic will get you nowhere in life, young lady,” he teased.

I lobbed the pillow at him. He chuckled as it bounced off his back.

The bed dipped as Vincent crawled up my body, hovering over me. I smiled at him, running my hand along his forearm, over his biceps, and curving around the back of his neck.

“Are you sure there isn’t some way I could convince you to change your mind?” I asked.

He took my wandering hand away from his neck and traced his thumb over the diamond on my ring finger.

“You have five minutes,” he said. “Then I’m bringing you coffee and dumping your ass in the shower.”

I pretended to pout. Vincent tapped my nose with a laugh and turned to leave.

“Don’t give me that look, baby. I’m immune to your charms.”

“No, you’re not,” I called after him.

Smiling to myself, I snuggled into the warm indent left from his body. Five minutes later, as promised, Vincent returned. He held out a cup of coffee, but when I reached to take it, he moved it away.

“Tease,” I muttered.

“Work for it,” he replied, arching his eyebrow in a challenge.

I watched, incredulous, as Vincent pulled up a chair and sipped his coffee. Waiting. Expectant. I weighed my options for a moment, searching for a way to get him back. Then I pushed the sheets aside, exposing my naked body.

Vincent’s posture stiffened imperceptibly. He dipped his chin, studying me over the rim of his glasses with that no-nonsense teacher look. I spread my legs, gliding one hand down my stomach. A muscle flexed in his jaw when I touched myself, dragging my fingers through my folds and tracing up over my clit.

“Are you sure you don’t want to join me?” I offered.

Vincent leaned back in his chair and stretched out his legs, crossing his ankles.

“You’re doing just fine, love. Don’t forget those pretty pink nipples.”

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