Page 62 of Forbidden Hearts

“I have, Professor Alvarez,” she says, stretching her legs on the bed and biting one of her nails. “I’ve been a good student.”

“You have, Ms. Walker,” I say, moving to the side of the bed closest to her. “But I have one last assignment for you.”

“Oh?”

I undo my belt and drop my pants and boxers to the floor. My hard cock points in her direction.

“Professor!” Alex yells in a half moan.

“Depending on how well you do on this assignment, I’ll reward you with some financial aid.”

Alex giggles. Her eyes fall to my cock for a while before she gets on all fours and crawls to the edge of the bed where I’m standing. She keeps her sight on my cock the entire time. She looks at it as if she’s about to fill a craving she’s had for a long time. Her lips are wet with anticipation.

Without warning, she grips my cock and sticks it in her mouth. She strokes the base of my cock as her tongue works its magic on the tip, sending waves of burning pleasure throughout my body.

I dig my fingers into the button of my button-up shirt and tear it apart. Buttons fly across the room as the shirt drops to the floor beside my pants and boxers.

Alex pulls my cock out of her mouth and utters anotherOh Professorunder her breath. Then she wraps her lips around my pulsating cock and drives it deeper into her mouth.

A second later, I’m out of my muscle shirt as well. Her eyes and arms explore my abs and hips. Her nails are digging into my flesh as her mouth takes me indeeper.

When our eyes meet, I see heat of desire in her pupils, the same heat that engulfs me every time I’m with her.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” she pulls her head back, her voice soft and concerned.

“Nothing,” I smile. “Everything’s perfect.”

I’m done doubting myself. I’m Alonzo-fucking-Alvarez, for fuck’s sake. Nobody is coming after me again, not after what I did to the Romero brothers. I have nothing to worry about. Alex is safe by my side, where she will remain until I’m in a fucking grave.

I make a mental note to delete the photos I took of the prosecutor’s documents. There’s no way I’m going to hand Alex over to Jacob.

Over my dead fucking body.

Chapter 30

Alex

Alonzo and I finish cooking and prepping my mom’s food in a few hours. When everything is packed and finished, we sit on the couch to rest and turn the TV on.

This is the first time he helps me prep her lunch and the fifth time he has been to my apartment.

There isn’t a place in this apartment where he hasn’t bent me over multiple times. I swear, this man has an insatiable libido, but I don’t mind. I have learned a lot about myself and my own desires in the month and a half I have been seeing him.

Seeing him.

I’m notactuallyseeing him. But it kind of feels that way sometimes. We spend a lot of time outside of class together, either at his campus office, his cabin, or lately at my apartment.

Two days ago, when I mentioned that Isabella and the girls invited me to Oktoberfest, but I couldn’t make it because I had to prep Mom’s lunch, Alonzo volunteered to help me in a heartbeat.

That same day, I told him about my mom’s condition. Unlike before, I felt safe discussing my life with him. I was comfortable telling him about Mom after he opened up about what happenedto Esmeralda. And to think that just a few days before that, I was still trying to rob his money.

“If we work together, we can finish earlier, and you get to have fun with the girls,” Alonzo said that day. “You deserve to have fun.”

“Are you sure?” I asked him. “Don’t you have to look after your businesses?” I don’t know the exact number of restaurants he owns, but I assume it’s many.

“Don’t worry about that. The businesses can run themselves for a day or two. I want to help you.”

And that was that.

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