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“You know, you’re going to have to pay for defying me back there,” I growled before my mouth slammed down over hers. The passion between us exploded like it always did and I had her up against the wall, buried balls deep inside her in record time. I spanked her a few times in punishment, though it wasn’t really effective as such, considering the moans escaping her mouth with each one. I fucked her hard, driving into her, my hands gripping her ass so tight she’d probably have finger-shaped bruises there in the morning.

She tried to keep quiet, but I was having none of that. I pumped harder and sucked on her tits, then bit on one nipple and almost came as she screamed in pleasure. With my lips wrapped around a nipple and my hips thrusting deep, I slid a hand around to her front and down to her pussy.

“Get ready, baby. I can’t hold out much longer with your pussy holding my cock in so tight.” I was about to explode so I pinched her clit, hard, as I bit her nipple, and on my next thrust, we fell over the edge together. She screamed my name as hers ripped from me in a wild shout.

I would never, ever, tire of seeing or hearing my woman come.

“I love you, Brysen,” she sighed, her face buried in my neck.

I kissed the top of her head and maneuvered her so I could carry her to the bed, still nestled in the heat of her pussy. Remaining joined, I lay over her and kissed her with all of the emotion in my heart.

“I love you too, baby. More than anything.”





Fraternization Rule

Risqué Contracts 3

Fiona Davenport





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© 2016 Fiona Davenport

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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.





Dedication


Heather,


Thanks for making sure my books don't suck... because we all know that's not the fun kind of sucking.





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.