Page 16 of Forbidden Professor

He shook his head. “I don’t. But if anyone can figure this out, it would be you.”

“I’ll look into it.”

He shimmied over closer to me, and put his palm on my cheek. “As for us, you are the best thing that ever happened to me, and I would be thrilled if you officially wanted to give us a second chance.”

Easton was an amazing guy. Back in college, before we broke up, I planned on marrying him someday. Having kids. Buying a cookie cutter home and being blissfully happy. Things changed quickly once he was set to graduate. Yet, I still believe it was the right thing to do for us. There was no telling how different our lives would be if we hadn’t broke up. Our successes might not have happened. The universe pushed us back together once again, and we would be stupid to ignore the not so subtle matchmaker.

“I want you,” he whispered into my ear, biting my earlobe.

Why the hell not! We were going to be more than just fuck buddies. Easton could be my future husband, and we had a past. Why shouldn’t I enjoy it? I stood up and slowing raised my dress. His eyes followed the hem of my dress and when it reached my underwear, he swallowed.

“Black lace… fuck.”

He pulled it down, and laid me on the couch, putting his head between my legs. He was an overachiever in every aspect of life and that was my gain. He could eat pussy like a champ and fuck was he good at it.

“You taste like a delicacy. I could have this for dessert every night.”

He knew dirty talk only made me more wet. Lucky him.

I scrunched my fingers up in his hair as all my nerve endings go crazy. “Fuuucckkkkkk.”

He sat back up and wiped his mouth. “Now, let’s go get some sleep. This liquor has made head all fucked up.”

“Seriously? You don’t wanna…”

“No. I wanted to focus on you. Thank you for getting out of that god foresaken place. Now, bed.”

I take his hand and led him into my bedroom. Clothes were still strewn around on my floor from picking out a dress earlier. How embarrassing. His apartment was so clean and now mine was a pigsty.

“Sorry. I was going to pick up when I woke up in the morning.”

He kissed me and pulled me to his chest. “I don’t care about any of that. Now close those beautiful eyes of yours. I’ll cook breakfast in the morning.”

Was this going to be my life now? Falling asleep next to the man that my heart had been craving since college? Spending every night having mind blowing sex?

Fuck, was I lucky!

16

Easton

Drinking last night was a mistake. The room was too damn bright and this bed felt too good to move. Isla was snuggled up next to me, hogging all the covers, but it was still an amazing way to wake up this morning. Sometimes I missed being able to watch her sleep. She always looked so damn peaceful.

It still felt like a dream. Like maybe I would wake up and none of this was real. Isla wasn’t really back in my life. We weren’t going to be together. No, it would be like any other day, wake up, go to work, and come home alone. Honestly, I didn’t ever want to be alone again.

The last few days with her have been phenomenal. It had been so long since I had happiness, that I had forgotten what it felt like, but now we were going to be together. Our second chance was finally happening, and I wouldn’t do anything to fuck it up.

I tucked strand of hair behind her ear, caressing her cheek. She rustled a bit and then her eyes opened.

“Well good morning, sleepyhead. How ya feeling?” She asked.

“Woke up next to you. So can’t complain.”

“That aspirin I gave you last night must have helped with the hangover. We need to talk about what happened last night.”

“What about it?”

“Do you really think that your boss is up to something?”

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