Page 36 of Better Than the Beach
“Her maiden name is Hutchinson, Cassandra. Her father, my grandfather, was Dean of Students at CSU a long time ago, and Ma made history with the research she conducted here as an undergraduate. All while popping out and raising a brood of boys, too.”
I furrow my brow. “Okay...”
“That’s her scholarship, Cass,” he says with another burst of laughter. “She has final say on who gets it.”
“No...” I shake my head, disbelief and awe mixing in my smile. “Can she do that?”
Nolan shrugs and pushes me onto my back.
“She can do whatever she wants. It’s her money.”
He climbs on top of me, sucking one of my nipples into his mouth, and I moan, wrapping my legs around his waist. The feel of his erection rubbing against me heats my blood to boiling.
“And anyway,” he says as he kisses up my neck and rubs himself up and down my slit, “at this point, I don’t care how you got here. All I know is you’re not leaving again. Understood?”
His voice is a commanding growl, and I nod quickly.
“Yes.”
“And who owns this pretty pink pussy, Cassandra?” he asks as he rubs the head of his erection over my clit, making me squirm.
“You do,” I say, and he stops short.
“Whodoes?” he asks sternly, his dick pressed hard against my entrance. I try to move, to slip him in, but he holds back.
“You do,Professor,” I pant out, and I can feel him smile as he finally,finally, pushes into me.
“Good girl.”
epilogue
NOLAN
CHRISTMAS, 16 MONTHS LATER
“Is that everything?”I call to Cassie as I stare at my very, very full car.
I sure hope it’s everything.
“Just about,” she mumbles, and I turn to see her shuffling toward me with even more gifts piled in her arms. I rush to her and take the haphazard pile before she slips on the ice and breaks something. “Thank you,” she breathes out.
“Honey, I love your enthusiasm for the season, and I know you really enjoy giving gifts, but I really don’t think we can fit anything else in this car.”
Cassie rolls her eyes and gives me a kiss on the cheek.
“Don’t worry. That’s all of it.”
Thank god.
I shove the rest of Cassie’s packages in the car, then check my watch. We’re still good on time. If we leave now, we should make it to Ma’s before noon. I shut the trunk and turn to tell Cassie as much, but she’s disappeared again.
“Honey, we really need to get on the road,” I call to her as I head back toward the house, but I stop in my tracks when she comes back out the front door with her school bag slung over her shoulder. I watch as she locks the door. “Cassie, I thought we both agreed that we wouldn’t be doing work this week.”
She turns to face me and props her hand on her hip, then raises an eyebrow. Cassie knows I’m just teasing her, but she’s not one to back down.
“I saw you pack your laptop, Professor Montrose. If you’re planning to grade papers, then I’m going to work on my thesis.”
“Touché,” I say with a grin.
