Page 73 of Grumpy Boss in Love

He reached around to swipe his finger between my slit and then moaned his approval. “Dirty girl. You like being punished.”

“Yes, Professor,” I panted. Realizing what I said, my eyes widened, and my face heated to epic proportions. “I mean…” Oh, God.

Elliot paused to regard me with amusement. “Ruby, do you have a professor fetish?”

“Pfst. No.” As if of its own accord, my hand lifted, and I rubbed my nose.

Elliot’s lips lifted into a knowing grin, and I sighed. Giving him a sheepish look, I admitted, “Okay… I have a Professor Sinclair fetish to be specific.”

His eyes gleamed with a mixture of laughter and carnal interest. I shrugged. The man just had his head between my legs, and he spanked me. I might as well stop being embarrassed at this point.

He inhaled and shook his head, eyeing me as if in disbelief. I was shocked by the revelation of my sexual inclinations too. “In that case, bend over, Miss Bennet,” he drawled.

That was what he called me in class, and it fueled my excitement as I eagerly leaned over for more of the delightful assault on my bottom. It was so enjoyable that by the time he stopped to massage and soothe my skin, I was dripping wet.

“You’re ready for me,” he said, testing me with his fingers. Rather than removing my underwear, he slid it aside again. I think Elliot liked seeing me in a garter set, and I was going to keep wearing them for him. The sound of his zipper coming down and the rustling of his pants dropping made my heart pound faster in anticipation. He didn’t ask for confirmation to go condomless like he had last night. He just slid home as if inside me was where he belonged, and he sure felt good there.

My eyes rolled back from the force of the pleasure that hit me. He held on to my hips and began to move, pulling me back to meet each of his thrusts. I climbed higher each time he brushed against my walls and my muscles clenched around him as if not wanting to let him go.

My toes curled in my pumps when he picked up the pace. Endorphins flooded my system, leaving me high before my orgasm hit. When it did, I felt myself falling forward about to face the plant on the desk. But Elliot’s arm wrapped around my waist, strong and sure, holding me upward. I felt… safe. I could only hope my heart was safe with him as well.

Shivering and dazed, I was lax against him as I listened to his grunt of pleasure as he exploded. My head was far up in the clouds, so I barely noticed when he dropped back in his chair, taking me with him. He held on to me and I basked in the warmth with my head on his shoulder.

“Ruby…”

The baritone penetrated my blissful haze. I looked up. “Hmm?”

Elliot gazed at me, but there was no telling what he was thinking with his unreadable mask. His throat bobbed up and down before he said, “Come home with me tonight.”

I stared into his eyes, and my smile blossomed. “I’d love to.”

28

ELLIOT

“Let me get this straight. You’re dating your contract wife?”

As I pick up my beer, I pause to look at Ben. He stared at me as if he just witnessed a magician pulling a rabbit out of a hat, with a mixture of incredulity and fascination. There was also a hint of admonishment in his eye too, and I prepared myself for the lecture.

“Yes.”

Ruby and I had gone out to dinner a few times. She spent just about every night at my place the last few days. Finally, someone as low-key as I was, who wasn’t hungry for attention. In the past, some of my flings had gotten the media itch after finding out who I was. They’d start pushing me to go public as if we were in a relationship, and I had to drop them as fast as I picked them up. Ruby, however, was not impressed by my surname or bank account. She was one in a million.

“I see,” Ben murmured. His eyebrows furrowed some more.

We were sitting in what he called his “man cave” which was the basement equipped with comfortable recliners, a huge TV that took up an entire wall, and a stocked bar. I loved Ben’s man cave. It was better than being dragged to nightclubs.

Ben blew out a breath and sat forward. “Elliot, don’t take this the wrong way…”

“And here he goes,” I drawled, taking a swig from my bottle.

“Have you lost your mind?” he asked.

“I’m perfectly sane, Ben,” I calmly told him.

“No,” he shook his head, “you can’t be. You’re taking Ruby to London tomorrow. Romantic getaways? Really? With the woman you paid to marry you so you could con an old couple into selling you their land…?”

The mention of the Wilsons made me frown. “I didn’t…”

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