Page 55 of Tenure

He grins. “Come to class with me instead.”

I pause, tempted and intrigued. “You don’t teach on Saturdays.”

I raise an eyebrow. “I don’tlectureon Saturdays. Have you been checking my schedule, Kiernan?”

I fidget. “No,” I mumble, annoyed, but he just keeps smiling.

“There’s an informal tutorial session for master’s students on Saturday mornings.”

“Do you purposely torture these students? Friday classes and Saturday tutorials?”

He shrugs, and I roll over, pulling the blanket over my head.

“Fine, I’ll call in sick. But you’re buying me breakfast because I’m too poor for campus bagels. And you’d better not ask me any fucking math questions in front of a bunch of master’s students.”

I hear him chuckle followed by the click of him turning off his lamp, and then his arm snakes around my waist as he pulls me closer to him, lips gliding along my neck.

My skin heats up and my nipples tighten, but I elbow him lightly.

“Don’t.”

“Why not,” he says against my skin.

“I can’t.”

He stops, and I can feel his wicked smile as his hand drifts towards my abdomen.

“Youcan’t!” I squeak. But he shifts his hips, pressing hisveryamenable dick between my ass cheeks.

My heart starts to race as his fingers toy with the drawstring on my pants—hispants—but I flinch in earnest as my pussy clenches.

I reach down and touch his hand gently, turning my head to look over my shoulder at him.

“Please?” I beg. He looks at me for a minute, quiet, thinking, and then his fingers drop the strings, and he presses a kiss to my temple.

“Okay, baby. Sleep. We’ll get you broken in soon enough.”

And as painfully sore as I am, as much as I don’t want to admit it, I’m a teeny tiny bit disappointed.

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She’s fidgeting again, nervous, and I want to smack her. For a smart woman she doubts herself an awful lot. We stop at the campus store on the way in for her to buy a proper pair of sweatpants that fit. She’s drowning in one of my hoodies again though, and I’m pleased that she opts not to buy another one. She lets me pay without argument and for some reason I find it charming. The stupid university brand sweatpants are a hundred bucks. She’d probably have to work an entire weekend to pay for that, and I’d much rather she spend an entire weekend choking on my dick.

We talked about it over breakfast, and I’ll be keeping my distance. Armin was one thing, but a room full of students is entirely another. And I want her focused. I want her to know she can handle this.

Tess was a bit shocked when she called, to hear a woman in the background. I always insisted on a hotel, in all the years we’d been seeing each other, I had never once had her at my place.

I didn’t tell Kiernan about it. Didn’t really want to bring upexesif I could avoid it. But in another universe, Tess and Kiernan would probably actually get along.

Tess said she approved of a woman who gave me that much shit and wished me well.

I waltz into the room a few steps ahead of Kiernan and my dozen or so master’s students all sit up straighter, faces sharp. They’re a competitive bunch, and for one short minute, I feel a brief wave of anxiety for her as they eye her warily. But I shake it off and ignore it.

“Who’s first?” I say irritably.

Everyone’s hand shoots up at once.

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