Chapter 32
Chapter Thirty-Two
Fallon
“Thanks, Mr. Monroe.”
“You’re welcome, Allison. Have a good weekend.”
When the last student finally leaves and my office hours are over, I breathe a sigh of relief. It’s food truck night downtown, something that’s become a date night tradition for PJ and me.
I’m pulling all of my things together to take home when there’s another knock.
Dammit. When the university first asked me to reconsider my resignation, I was happy to say yes. After having a stream of people parading through my office, it’s a different story.
I’m trying to think of a good way to tell them to come back tomorrow when the door opens and there stands PJ, dressed in jeans and a T-shirt that says, Evans’s Heavenly Haven.
“I thought I could give you a ride,” he says. My heart still beats faster every time I see him.
“I’d love that.”
“But first.” He reaches behind himself and locks the door.
“PJ, no.” I step back as if that will do anything. I’m still behind my desk, so the only place I go is into my chair. He advances into my small office with a wicked smile on his face.
“Keeper. We could get caught.”
“The door is locked, baby. Your office hours are over. And most importantly…”
He raises his eyebrows as if he expects me to finish the sentence for him. But if he wants what I think he wants, I’m not sure I want to say it out loud.
“Most importantly what, Keeper?”
“Fuck, I love it when you call me that.” He comes around the desk and leans back against it, positioning himself between my legs.
“Most importantly, I’ve had this hot-for-teacher fantasy ever since I saw you up in front of that class, and the only thing that’s killing me more than how much I want you right now is that I’ve been racking my brain with the world’s hardest decision my entire walk up here.”
“What decision?”
“Stand up.”
I hesitate, but I do as I’m told. The right thing is to insist we go home and have sex at my house like regular people, but my new bed just got delivered, and my house hasn’t entirely been unpacked. Also, I can never say no to him.
He’s studying my face.
“What is it?”
PJ kisses me, his tongue sliding against mine, teasing at my bottom lip, until I’m gasping for air. “I love kissing you,” he murmurs. “Now, the decision…”
“What’s the decision, Keeper?”
“Do I want you to choke on my cock? Or do I want to choke on yours?”
I’m already getting hard. “Well, we are reenacting our first date tonight, aren’t we?”
“You’re fucking right we are.” He threads his fingers into my hair. I hiss when he tightens his grip, loving the burn at the back of my scalp.
I smile up at him as I sink to my knees.
“I love you, Keeper.”