My Father's Best Friend(15)

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.

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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.