Chapter 21
Chapter Twenty-One
GRAYSON
Emma fell asleep ten minutes ago, and we’re almost back on campus. I turned down the radio, which was playing some random pop song, so it wouldn’t wake her, but the light snoring from her side of the car proves she’s deep asleep.
“No, I want that article,” she mumbles, and her head moves slightly before she snores softly again.
Well, fuck. She talks in her sleep. Of course she does.
God, this girl…she’s really messed me up in all kinds of ways. I got the warning from Marina and completely ignored it. I opened myself up to her like I haven’t with anyone in a long, long time…but she did the same.
Emma will keep us a secret—I trust her with that, but is she expecting something serious?
It’s barely been four months since my divorce, and I only ran into Emma on campus last month.
All kinds of fucking red flags are going up in my mind, and I’m still ignoring them because I’m so, so attracted to her.
Now more than ever. What she was brave enough to do tonight—not just the show she put on, on the street, but also the way she put me in my place—was so damn sexy.
She’s stunning on the outside, resembling a mix of Grace Kelly and Pamela Anderson if I had to describe her.
A sex fantasy come to life. She might be short, though she’s always taller with her heels, but her personality is anything but small.
Emma is a fiery ball of energy and doesn’t hesitate to say what’s on her mind.
She’s a pain in the ass and definitely a thorn in my side, which only makes me more attracted to her.
What the fuck does that say about me?
Maybe it’s the challenge. The women I saw during the two years I was separated from my ex-wife, who was also dating other people, were anywhere from their late twenties to late thirties, and none of them had the spunk or forwardness that Emma has.
In my line of work, people can get cocky, and I was, I still am sometimes, which I think is why I’m attracted to the blonde next to me. She doesn’t put up with my shit and reminds me that even though she’s ten years younger than me, she deserves the same respect as any adult, regardless of age.
The thought of her walking out of the restaurant with confidence and anger lurking beneath the surface makes my dick hard.
Sure, I was nervous and I messed up, but the making up part was totally worth it.
That kiss alone almost made me come. When I saw her fall apart, I nearly fell apart myself and…
Shit, everything I’m thinking about is turning me on, and I’ll be hard the entire way home.
Right now, all I want is something simple.
After years of fighting with my ex, I need a break.
But then again, I might get into some trouble with what I’m doing, so it’s not really that simple.
Still, I’ll take what I can get. As she said, there’s no point in hiding what neither one of us regrets.
We were never friends, not from the first night we met or any time after that, and we were never professional with each other.
The lingering touches, looks, and my jealousy taking over were all signs that, unless we were completely separated, there was no stopping what’s happening now.
Another pop song plays, and I remind myself for the thousandth time to make a new playlist for my car rides since I got locked out of my Spotify account a month ago.
Turning into Astor Hall’s parking lot on the side of the building to not risk anyone seeing us, I look at Emma to wake her up, but pause to take her in.
Her head is tilted to the side, her lips slightly parted, and she is breathing softly.
Those smooth pink lips I kissed earlier no longer have any of the lightly tinted lip gloss she was wearing, and her bright makeup is still in perfect condition, making her eyelashes look longer than usual.
I feel my dick stirring in my pants again just by looking at her, and I feel like a perv.
Lifting my hand, I gently brush her golden hair away from her face and tuck it behind her ear.
“Hey.” I squeeze her arm gently. “We’re here.”
She jumps and sits up straight, eyes wide. “Where am I?!” she shrieks, and I cover my right ear at the high pitch.
“Fuck, Princess.” She looks at me with those wide, light blue eyes. “You’re in my car.” I point to myself. “I’m Grayson, you know, the guy you fingered yourself in front of?”
Her lashes flutter before she punches me in the arm. “Not funny.” But I can tell she’s trying to hide a smile.
“It’s a little funny.”
Emma giggles. “Sorry I scared you. I only slept four hours last night.” She yawns and stretches, drawing my attention to her body as it moves.
“Do you always wake up like that or—”
“Wait…” Her head whips to me. “Did you just call me Princess?”
My body goes rigid. Fuck, it must’ve just slipped out. She reminds me of a princess with her demeanor and looks, but I’ve never really thought about it deeply.
“Huh, sorry. Just a weird slip of the tongue. Won’t happen again.”
Definitely will not be happening again.
She looks completely unconvinced by my statement, but changes the topic anyway, sparing me the awkward silence.
“Thanks for the ride…and the food…and the orgasm.”
I laugh quietly, and my dick stirs in my pants again. I really do feel like a teenager. “No problem.”
Emma notices me adjusting my pants and smiles when she sees how hard I am. I just can’t catch a damn break today, and her smile only makes me hornier.
“Need some help with that?”
Her smirk is suggestive and sensual, it would bring any man to his knees, and I regret my words instantly. “Not tonight.”
She pouts. “Fine. Don’t say I never offered you anything.”
She’d help me out or give me a hand or blow job right here if I asked her, but it feels disrespectful for a first time, not to mention risky.
Now I’m picturing her lips around my cock, her head bobbing up and down.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“Okay, you need to get out of my car so I can go home and jerk off,” I state simply, and there’s silence before she keels over in breathless laughter.
Smiling, I plead with her. “I’m being serious, Emma.”
She wipes away tears of laughter and raises both her hands in surrender. “Okay, okay. I’m leaving.”
Unbuckling her seat belt, she grabs her larger bag and places her small handbag inside. She moves her hand to the door handle, and looks at me one last time before saying, “Thanks for tonight. It was fun.”
“It was.”
Her smile is awkward, and I don’t want to leave her or us feeling uncomfortable, not after everything we’ve been through to get here.
As she opens the door, I lean in, wrap my hand around her jaw, and kiss her one last time.
It’s quick and intense before she pokes her tongue out, and I’m at her fucking mercy.
I envelop her mouth, and she lets out a soft moan that I swallow hungrily.
Keeping my hands in her hair and on her neck, I don’t dare move lower, terrified I won’t be able to stop once I start.
Emma fists my shirt, trying to pull me closer as the console separates us. Our tongues dance together for another minute before I remind myself that we’re in an open space and anyone can see us. I force myself to pull away and check our surroundings, seeing no one.
We’re both breathing heavily.
“I needed a last one for the road.”
She emits a breathy laugh. “We should be more careful near the dorms.”
“Agreed. Just a one-time thing.”
She nods, and I notice that her body’s shaking.
“Are you cold?”
“No.”
“Why are you shaking then?”
“Honestly?” Her head tilts, eyes still full of lust. “I’m not sure.”
“All right, then…” Odd.
She clears her throat. “I’ll see you next Tuesday afternoon, Professor.”
Smirking, I notice she said Tuesday instead of Thursday. “You mean Thursday?”
Emma opens the door and gently hops out of the car, which seems easier for her to get out of than in. “Nope.” She turns and smiles. “The photo shoot with the paper’s photographer, remember?”
Letting out an annoyed breath, I tilt my head back and mumble a string of curse words.
“Have fun jerking off,” Emma says seductively, and closes the car door, leaving me both annoyed and horny.
I have a feeling that those two will be a recurring combination in the next few months.