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“That’s how I plan to get into Bellmore,” he said, smirking. “By being studious.”

“Where you’ll then proceed to relentlessly corrupt two of its professors?”

“That’s right.” He reached for her unattended nipple, wet from the time his mouth had spent on it, and gave it a slight pinch. Victoria almost imperceptibly arched into his touch. “Especially you. Especially when it’s just the two of us, alone and without any worry of being interrupted, in your classroom. Again and again and again.”

Victoria grew quiet. She stayed that way long enough for Liam to tilt his head up so he could meet her eyes. He found them wider than usual, a sign of the excitement thrumming through the stunning woman. He’d just made a promise, he realized. And Victoria was going to expect him to keep his word.

“You appear to have found my weak spot,” she eventually said.

“One of them,” he agreed, rolling his tongue again.

Victoria’s jaw flexed. She swallowed, then sent one of her hands beneath the covers. It was obvious where it was headed.

Their combined efforts brought her to her climax several minutes later. But tomorrow, he’d manage it all on his own. Because shecould.And now Liam knew what he’d offer to her and Anna if they were the ones who won the tennis match.

Chapter Thirty

Starting Right

Right before dawn, it began to rain. Around the same time, a honeymooning couple shared a sigh in their bure. They’d intended to head to the eastern side of the island, feel the warm sand between their toes, the crisp morning air in their lungs, and bask in the first dawn since their arrival yesterday afternoon. Disappointed, they decided to wait and try again tomorrow. A walk through the rain on a beautiful beach wasn’t so bad. So, that was what they did.

Liam, on the other hand, didn’t even realize it was raining. He was far too deep in his sleep for his body to even conceive of waking up for the sunrise. In fact, by the time he woke up, the morning rain had reduced to a meager drizzle, tap, tap, tappingon the thatch roofing of his bure. It’d fizzle out before the hour was up, clouds dispersing soon after.

Even had that not happened, Liam wouldn’t have been disappointed. He had outdoor plans today, yes, but they were still hours away. And some warm rain wouldn’t really affect a person intending to spend a fair bit of his dayunderwater.

But any such issues caused by the rain could wait. When Liam awoke, aware but unbothered by the sound of it striking the deck outside his bedroom doors, he had no reason to go outside. In fact, he had no reason to even climb out of bed.

While a honeymooning couple let the rain dampen their hair, walking right by his and Victoria’s bure on the beach outside, Liam stayed in bed. There was no better place to be. After all, he got to spend nearly an hour sucking, kissing, and fondling the most magnificent pair of breasts on the planet.

He suspected that she’d been waiting. Victoria had “stirred” almost precisely when he’d first come awake, making enough commotion for him to know she was also awake immediately. It was too suspicious for him not to take notice. It also resulted in a sunburst of pride within him.

If he was right, she’d been waiting for him to leave one of the deepest periods of sleep he could remember experiencing. He didn’t need to wonderwhyshe’d stayed in bed, doing such a curious thing. He knew the reason.

Pride, excitement, lust. Any one of the three could have got his blood pumping. This morning, all three worked in tandem. Victoria had beenwaitingfor him to wake up. Eager, even? It was hard to tell, of course, but he let himself think it must be true. She was as ready as he was to create their first vacation tradition.

So, fully aware of why one of the most beautiful women alive had stayed in bed with him today, Liam provided her the touch and attention she’d been craving.

He kissed, sucked, licked, caressed, fondled, and played with those heavenly breasts. They became his whole world. His mind cut away all that wasn’t necessary, shrinking his world to this one bed, this one woman. And she surely reaped the benefits.

Because shecouldclimax from it. Like Anna, though not exactly like Anna. If Anna’s sensitivity was the stove turned to max, then Victoria was just a few dozen degrees cooler. Both were past the threshold needed to reach boiling temperatures, however, and that was all that mattered. It was utterly fantastic news! For him and them.

No one in their group would ever be shocked to hear that Liam loved breasts. Hell, he’d received plenty of ribbing about it—especially when it came tothesebreasts—from multiple sources. He’d never again act like he didn’t know what they were talking about. Why should he?

There was no longer any reason to pretend. And that thrilled him.

Victoria enjoyed things, too. Realistically, she enjoyed them at least a little more than he did, as she was the one who was allowed to tense, suck air through clenched teeth, and break beneath the skillfulness of his touch. He, on the other hand, got to feel those tremors, see her eyes dilate, hear her breathy moans. Her legs shifting beneath him when he was on top of her, or her knees bumping into his when they were side to side. He was enthralled by each one of her orgasms—and yes, he kept count.

After number three, Victoria began stroking his hair, breasts heaving as she refilled her lungs with air. She didn’t ask him to stop, so he didn’t. For the gorgeous professor, today was the day the dam broke. Yesterday—in the way of a sensual, erotic massage—had left a dangerous crack on the sturdy stone, paving the way for the flood that swept over her this morning.

How long had it been since she’d received so much bliss from another person? A while, he suspected. As she’d openly explained to him not too long ago, she’d been searching for a suitable match these past several months, after the end of her self-imposed—and silly, as she proclaimed it—exile from the dating pool. Since doing so, since opening herself up to dating again, she’d continuously ended up disappointed in the crowd of men—and it was definitely a crowd—she attracted. He’d felt her pessimism in the text she’d sent that explained all this.

So, why him? Why had she given him a shot? He was just barely over half her age, and while she respected him, that didn’t guarantee interest in trying out a romance—a lesson that too many people seemed not to understand.

He wasn’t a hundred percent sure. Not yet, anyway. Down the line, probably once they were back in the States, he might ask. He was curious about it.

However, he knew why she’dcontinuedto be interested in him, even after learning that he was romantically entangled with not one, not two, but three other women. It was because of one of those women, in fact. He was sure of it.

He’d captured Tess’s attention, her heart, her desires. And Victoria wanted to know why that was. She clearly respected her slightly older colleague; that was as noticeable as the sound of the rain drumming its fingers on their roof. She was a brilliant professor, a wonderful woman, and just as capable of attracting a horde of hopeful men as Victoria was.

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