Page 19 of Dad's Best Friend Professor
When she doesn’t let go of me, I carry her out of the pool. I put her onto the spacious chaise and straddle her while my manhood is in her hands. Ripping her bikini bottom off her, I don’t wait to drive my hardness into her dripping center.
“Mmm,” Anna moans as she grips my biceps, staring at me with dreamy eyes. “I’ve missed you, Tony.”
“Me, too,” I say in a hoarse voice. This is ridiculous. We sound like we haven’t seen each other for years. What the hell is happening?
She rolls her hips eagerly to meet my thrust, while her eyes never leaving mine. “Am I dreaming, or is it really happening?” she coos.
“It’s really happening, sweetheart,” I assure her, plunging into her harder and deeper, so she feels the intensity of our contact.
Anna jolts as she comes, arching her back beautifully and clenching her walls tight so I have no choice but to come with her. Our come collides hard inside her and squirts onto the chaise.
A moment later, I cradle her in my arms, enjoying our post-coital bliss.
“So good, Tony. That was so good,” she murmurs as she nudges against me. “Can we do it again?”
Holy Hell. This little woman. “You’ll be the death of me, Anna.”
“And you’ve ruined me for other men,” she says with a pout. “I’ll never find another guy with a package as impressive as yours, neither someone as competent as you’re in bed.”
That is a compliment but I’m not pleased at all. The possibility that Anna will find another man feels like a sharp nip at my heart.
“I don’t think you need any other man, Anna,” I say. “I’ll take care of your needs from now on.”
“Really?” she says, pulling away to look me in the eye. “You won’t leave me, ever?”
“I don’t have the plan,” I say. Shit. Where did it come from? I haven’t plannedthisat all.
Anna grins and kisses me. “I’m so happy to hear that. Does it mean you’ll apply for the job for me?”
I pause. “Anna, it’s not that I’m not interested in the job. It’s just that I’m not a popular guy. People think my theory is offensive even though it speaks the truth.”
She frowns. “Which one? The one that says it’s human nature to fight? I read your article and liked it.”
“Not that. You haven’t read the one that says the ultimate cause of war is sex?”
Her mouth opens as she shakes her head. “Wow.”
“You look shocked.” I chuckle. “Even though you’re a receptive young woman. Imagine the reaction if I present my paper at this small-town university where the majority of the faculty members are at least middle-aged.”
She blinks for a second, and then she smiles encouragingly as she brushes my cheek with the back of her hand. “My dad has high regards for you. He calls you his star student, you know?”
“Not that many people are as open-minded as your dad.”
She doesn’t give up. “You won’t find out until you try.”
“I don’t have to. I already know what kind of reception I’ll get.”
“But I like the theory,” she insists. “It makes sense to me.”
I huff, knowing she’s just trying to please me. “Makes sense how?”
She thinks for a moment. “I totally get it. Sex is a type of resource to men. Men fight for mates, just like sea lions. You’re just taking Marx’s conflict theory one step further. Even when animals fight for other resources such as territory, their goal is to get more mates and have more babies.”
I arch an eyebrow. I know Anna is a smart girl, but seeing her correctly interpret my theory impresses me further. “It’s a shame you aren’t a history major. You and I can make great partners,” I say and try to kiss her again.
She pulls away. “I told you I would major in history if you became a regular professor here.”
“You aren’t serious,” I say. “You can’t decide your major on a whim.”
