The little minx didn't stop trying to egg me on. As punishment, I brought her to the edge with my mouth and fingers over and over, never letting her fall. Finally, she was begging, pleading for me to fill her. I decided to press one more advantage.
She'd been adamant about waiting a year before trying for another baby. I refused to wear a condom and she hadn't had a chance to get on birth control, as if I would have let that happen. Every time we fucked, I'd managed to have her so out of her mind, she didn't notice when I went in bare.
I was tired of the game.
"Do you need to come, baby girl?" I purred.
"Yes! Please, Ethan. Please!"
I kissed her deeply again and rubbed my shaft over her soaked pussy. "I'm going in bare, Lilah." My voice was tight and gruff from keeping control. "I'm going to fill you with come and plant another baby in your belly."
"But-"
"No buts, Lilah. I don't want to wait and"-I pulled back slightly and looked down into her shining blue eyes-"I think if you stop and really consider it, you'll realize you don't either. Don't you want another little Rush, baby girl? Maybe a little Bonnie this time?"
Lilah's eyes softened and filled with tears. "Bonnie?"
I nodded and smiled before kissing her softly. "What do you say? Should we make a little Bonnie, my sweet Lilah?"
"Yes," she breathed, and I didn't wait another second before burying myself so deep inside her I didn't know where she ended and I began.
By the time we fell to our backs, sweaty, exhausted, and completely sated, I'd come in her at least three times. "I love you," I murmured as I held her close while she fell asleep. When I woke a few hours later and Rush was still asleep, I filled her one more time for good measure. One month later, when we discovered she was pregnant, I figured it was that last time which got the job done.
Keep reading for a bonus book-Fraternization Rule.
Fraternization Rule
Risqué Contracts 3
Fiona Davenport
Fraternization Rule
Risqué Contracts 3
Falling for her college professor has turned Charlotte Young into a romance novel cliché. The hint of taboo makes her want him more every time she sees him. How can she hope to lose her virginity when all her peers pale in comparison to him?
What Charlotte doesn't know is that Gabe Alrdic has been watching her as closely as she has him. The college's fraternization rule makes a relationship between them impossible. Now he's done waiting and Charlotte won't know what hit her when he makes his move.
Warning: This is an insta-love story about a girl who believes in fairy tales and an alpha male professor who knows what he wants. It's a quick and dirty read, but don't worry, she'll earn all her O's.
**This is the third novella in the Risqué Contracts series, but each story can be read as a standalone and features a different couple.
Chapter 1
Charlotte
Somehow I'd turned into a romance novel cliché-the twenty-one-year-old virgin with a crush on her college professor. If my life was anything like the books I secretly loved to read, Gabe Aldric would have spotted me the minute I walked into his American Lit class. Then he would have fallen madly in love with me and quit his new job so we could be together.
Unfortunately for me, my reality was nothing like fiction. The object of my obsession barely knew I existed, except for when he called upon me in class, which was almost never since he seemed to avoid me like the plague. At the start of the semester, I raised my hand often, partially in an attempt to impress him but also because I was excited about his class. It wasn't every day a student got the chance to learn from someone who'd successfully published several novels.
When the school announced his addition to the faculty, there was a mad dash by all the English majors to sign up for his courses. We were eager for the chance to study under someone who'd done what we all privately hoped to accomplish someday-hit the New York Times Bestsellers list. When we met him in person the first day of class, all the female students had another reason to be excited to wake up in the morning. It had nothing to do with his ability to teach and everything to do with his looks. With his wavy dark hair and hazel eyes, Gabe Aldric was gorgeous. Add in an athletic build he definitely didn't get by sitting at his computer all day along with a pair of stylish glasses he used whenever he was reading, and you had the dream man for nerd girls everywhere.
I was no exception, but my feelings for him grew deeper as the semester wore on. This wasn't a mere schoolgirl crush based on looks alone anymore. It didn't take long before I was equally as attracted to his personality. I listened raptly to all of his lectures, intrigued by his perspective on stories like The Great Gatsby and Little Women. When he read aloud from A Streetcar Named Desire, I almost melted into my seat as he spoke of a sudden and complete love. It felt like his words were directed towards me, but I knew it had to be my imagination because his eyes didn't land on me. Not even once.
In an attempt to feel closer to him, I devoured his books. Rereading them over and over again during the semester, even though thrillers were the complete opposite of my usual reading preference. They were a brief glimpse into his psyche, one I desperately wanted because it felt like he was deliberately freezing me out. As the semester wore on, I raised my hand less and less, feeling defeated each time his piercing gaze passed me by so he could call on another student. Last week, I finally gathered my courage and went to speak to him one-on-one. However, as soon as I arrived at his office, he informed me that he had to cut his office hours short, with nothing more than a dismissive glance my way. At that point, I decided it was time for me to give up on my fantasies about Gabe and focus on my future.
It wasn't like I could say fairy-tale romances didn't exist in the real world since my big sister's whirlwind marriage was proof that it could happen. Just not to me apparently. It was looking more and more like I was going to end up the maiden aunt. Not that I didn't love my new nephew. Gregory was beyond adorable, but every time I saw him it felt like my ovaries were about to explode. The same way they felt each time I saw Gabe.
Like right now as he walked into the classroom. I was seated in the front row, the same spot I'd chosen when I arrived early to class the very first day. A spot I'd quickly grown thankful for because it allowed me an unobstructed view of Gabe.
Professor Aldric. Dammit, I needed to remember to think of him as my professor before I addressed him in class the wrong way and embarrassed the hell out of myself. Like staring at his ass the way I was at this precise moment wasn't enough to do it. As he situated himself at the lectern, he did absolutely nothing to acknowledge me, but I still somehow felt like I'd been caught red-handed in my ogling. I shifted in my seat, my face heating, while I waited for him to begin.
"As you're all well aware, your final exam is a week from today and counts for twenty percent of your grade. As such, I'd planned to spend this week on a review of the materials for which you'll need to fully understand if you have any hope of passing the test." Profound silence met his stern statement. Then his lips tilted in a small grin, and the sound of female sighs of appreciation filled the room. "Relax. I'm kidding, guys. You've done the work all semester, and I have no doubt you'll be able to ace this final as long as you put some effort into your studying."
Exhales of relief surrounded me, and I steeled myself against the fluttering in my belly at his display of humor. I'd promised myself that I'd find a way to move past the feelings he evoked in me. One more week. I needed to make it through the final exam and then the distance I'd be able to put between us should help me get over my unrequited obsession with him. It was my only hope because evidently I wasn't strong enough to resist his pull on my own. I couldn't even withstand one minute in the same room with him.
"Let's start with an easy question. Who can tell me the difference between modernism and post-modernism?"
My hand shot up before the question was finished and without my intending to do so. It had been more than a month since the last time I'd even bothered, and it garnered a response. A minute one, an infinitesimal glance my way from his hazel eyes, but a reaction nonetheless. Only a day ago it might have been enough to spark hope in my heart, but I couldn't allow that to happen. Not if I was going to survive my final days as an undergrad and the decision I'd made for my future.
Chapter 2
Gabe
Eyes up. Eyes up. Fifty students in this class, you should be able to keep your fucking eyes off of one! This thought kept running through my head on a loop.