Page 302 of In Love with a Cruel Billionaire

Since his place was a ten-minute drive away from Helder Meer, it shouldn't be amiss if he had her leave by six forty-five. That meant he had, what, only 35 minutes left to kill?

The thought brought him relief, enough to put the professor in a far mellower mood as he took his seat behind the desk. Giving Diana a faint smile, he asked calmly, "Shall we start?"

"Of course." She leaned forward as she spoke, her V-necked dress dipping to reveal a plump amount of cleavage...and something else.

The professor's smile vanished.

FUCK. FUCK.FUCK.

And everything he had managed to forget - the rest of the words he had texted her - all of it came back in a flash.

Diana:Why don't I just come now? I want to take care of you.

Matthijs:You can take care of me in every way you want tomorrow.

Diana:Is that a promise?

Matthijs:Depends. Have you ever tried teasing a man before?

Diana:Do I look - act - like I've tried teasing a man before?

Matthijs:*smirk* Not gonna lie, my darling. Virginity's never been a fetish of mine, but you're different. I haven't been able to stop imagining the countless things I'd like to do to your cunt. I wanna fuck it in every way. Fingers. Tongue. Dick.

Diana:I...have...no...words (but in a good, breathless way!)

Matthijs:I know this can be too much. So tell you what. Let's make a deal. You come here to my place tomorrow minus your pretties...that's a yes. You come here with your unmentionables on, that's a no.

Diana:And you'll know without me saying anything?

Matthijs:Fuck yes.

A guttural growl of frustration inadvertently escaped him, and Diana blinked in confusion. "Professor? Are you okay?" She leaned forward some more, and there was no way he could deny it this time, no way to unfucking see the fact...that her tits were completely bare under her dress.

Together

Don't Worry, Baby by The Beach Boys & Lorrie Morgan

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