Page 108 of The Professor's Possession (Crystal River Billionaire Brothers)

“I’ve already finished it.”

“Great. Of course you’re a fast reader. I should’ve guessed that.”

“It’s very...vivid,” I say with a knowing look thrown her way. “I like it. You’re a good writer, Miss Weldon.”

“Oh god,” Olivia moans. “I’m so embarrassed you’ve read that. It was not meant for anyone else, especially you.”

I smile.

“But now I’ve read it,” I say with relish. “I give you full marks for this creative writing, Olivia. Truthfully. It’s gripping stuff.”

Olivia diverts her eyes. “You probably think I’m crazy...”

“You’re not crazy,” I reply. “To be perfectly honest with you, I’ve dreamt about you before. We have that in common.”

“You’ve dreamt of me?” she asks, the shame of me discovering her writing fading from her cheeks.

“I’ve dreamt of you long before I even met you,” I reply. “On multiple occasions, in fact.”

“You did?”

“I did,” I say softly. “I thought it was nothing at first, but then your face kept reappearing and reappearing, surfacing up in my mind like you were coming up from a pool of water. That series of dreams felt so real, but I knew they couldn’t possibly be. In my logical mind, I put the dreams down to a simple overuse of imagination, but then you appeared in my lecture hall one day, as if out of magic, and everything in my life and in my mind went haywire. And nothing has been the same since. That’s why I pursued you like a man unhinged, Miss Weldon.”

“Well, maybe you’re the crazy one here,” she replies.

“Maybe you’re right,” I say. “And let me tell you the next thing that’s going to happen.”

“Okay.”

“I’m going to leave this dorm room now,” I explain calmly. “Alone. I don’t want to raise suspicions. My car is parked across the street. You can’t miss it. In five minutes, I want you to leave this room as well, and then I want you to get into my car. Can you do that, Miss Weldon?”

There’s a twinkle in Olivia’s eyes. She knows exactly what I’m proposing.

“I think I can do that,” she says.

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OLIVIA

In the car,as I sit in the passenger seat next to him, Spencer silently places his hand on my thigh and gently squeezes, dispatching me wildly over the edge. He doesn’t say a word until we get to his place, where he turns to me and simply tells me to get my pretty ass out of the car.

And I obey.

Of course I do.

He guides me inside with a hand on my lower back. I can see the look in his eyes; the animalistic look I’ve come to notice whenever Spencer Penmayne wants something from me. That something being undiluted hardsex. The usual refined sophistication of a respectable professor is long gone by the time we enter his house and is instead replaced by a virulent male ready to indulge in his urge.

But, once he shuts his front door, it is me – not him – who instigates the next stage of this night.

I wrap my arms around his neck, bringing our faces together. I grip him hard as I kiss him. I don’t ever want to let him free. I don’t ever want to lose the sight of his lust written across his face.

I’m crazed. This is all I’ve craved since he told me to get in his car, all that’s been on my mind the drive over. His lips... the feel of his tight muscles under his suit... his strength... his body taking mine as his own...

Right now, everything in me is primed for him, down to my last atom.

He told me he dreamed of me before he even met me. Could that really be possible?

Is this all fate?

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