“Yeah?”
“Well, I found a new one.You. You are my life, Quinn. I love teaching, but I loveyoumore.”
Her chin trembles, a teary smile curving her lips. “I just can’t help worrying that one day, you’ll somehow come to resent me.”
“Why would I resent you?”
“For being the reason you had to give up teaching.”
I take her face in my hands, forcing her to look into my eyes. I need to make her understand. “Quinn, I’ve come to realise that it’s not simply a choice between you and the job, it’s a choice between the life Ihave, and the life Iwant. And I want a life with you. Jobs come and go, they’re replaceable, butyouare not.” I bring her in for a kiss. “Besides, there are other teaching jobs out there and I can always return to being a professor after you graduate. Just stop worrying and overthinking. I know what I want.”
“As long as you’re sure.”
“There’s a reason why you came into my life, and I’m not just gonna let this go. I love you.”
She climbs onto my lap, straddling me, her knees tight up against my hips. “I love you more.”
“No. Not possible.”
“Will you show me, Professor?” she asks innocently, though her wicked smile is the complete opposite.
My dick jumps. Christ, I love it when she says that, and before my brain catches up to my actions, my mouth is on her, my tongue lashing against hers in a desperate, ferocious kiss. I growl against her mouth as she begins to rock into me, her pussy grazing my semi-hard erection.
It worries me slightly at the extent that I need this woman. She’s the air that I breathe, and when she’s not with me, it feels like I’m suffocating. The need to bind myself to her in every way possible is overwhelming.
I peel off her shirt and her bra, sucking and biting at her nipples that make her grind herself onto me harder. I lift her and carry her into the bathroom where I strip her and then myself, and make love to her slowly against the shower wall, where I show her just how much I love her.
Chapter 53
Quinn
The next morning, Amy all but bangs down my front door. “Oh my God! Are you okay? I got your text this morning! I can’t believe it.”
After Dwight and I used up all my hot water in the shower last night, I shot Amy a text, explaining briefly what happened. I didn’t go into every tiny detail, just the basics.
“Yeah, I’m okay,” I reassure her with a smile. “Thanks.”
She pulls me into a tight hug, her arms locked around my neck, any tighter and she’d be strangling me. “So what happened to that Rogers guy? Where’s he?”
“Still in jail, I guess. I’m not sure, the police are gonna keep me updated.”
“Yesterday, when you spotted him across campus,God, I should have known by the look in your face that something was up.”
“Ames, it’s fine. It’s all over now.”
At that moment, Dwight steps out of my bedroom, as he slips into a t-shirt, his jeans hang low on his hips, revealing a sharp V and a sliver of hair that disappears under the waistband. His hair is messy and sexy and sends all kinds of thought running through my mind.
Amy’s eyes bug-out at the view on display, her eyes scanning him from head to toe before she finally snaps out of it, returning her attention back to me. “You lucky bitch,” she comments under her breath. Her cheeks are stained crimson red and as she looks at me, I can tell she’s fighting an overwhelming urge to look at him.
“Stop ogling my boyfriend,” I warn playfully, fighting a smile. I mean, if I was in her position, I’d be doing the exact same thing.
“I think I just had a mini orgasm,” she says, pushing her glasses back up and I break out into a full-on belly laugh.
“What are you two talking about?” Dwight asks, eyeing us both sceptically.
“Oh, you know, this and that,” I reply.
“Hmm, are you sure you weren’t talking about me?” he smirks.
