That’sour signal.The one that lets me know she wants something from me—she wantsit.
Gerald Belcher is gone. Once Jessie reported him to the dean, her investigation spiraled into something massive. More women came forward, including a junior faculty member whom he had harassed for years.
By the end of the academic year, the dean had all she needed. Belcher was terminated, and the last I heard, he was selling insurance in Connecticut.
The skeleton in my old office is still named after him.
I hear the front door close and Becca’s car start in the driveway. Then I hear my wife’s footsteps on the stairs. She appears in the doorway of our bedroom like an angel, and my heart does the same thing it always does when I look at her, which is nearly burst out of my chest as every nerve ending in my body lights up.
God, she’s so damn sexy.
She’s wearing one of my T-shirts—justthe T-shirt. Her hair is down, her legs are bare, and she’s leaning against the doorframe the way she used to lean against the one in my office.
Only she’s not a freshman anymore. She’s twenty-three years old, and she is my wife. The way those eyes look at me… She knows what’s about to happen.
“James isout.” She smiles. “Becca said he managed to get an extra story out of her before passing out.”
“That’s my boy.” I chuckle.
There’s a pause as her smile shifts, changing from something warm to something else—something with heat behind it. She bites the corner of her lower lip and tilts her head, looking at me through her lashes.
I think back to the proposal—getting down on my knees in front of her barely two weeks after we met. I held up the ring, and she said yes before I even finished the question. Tears spilled from her eyes, and mine even welled up a bit too.
My perfect woman.
She bites the corner of her lip in that adorable way that gets my blood flowing, then whispers, “Hey, Daddy.”
My cock pulses between my legs, lifting the fabric of my briefs as it begins to swell.
Five years of marriage and those words still hit me like a defibrillator on high. Straight to the heart. My fingers tighten around the mattress like they used to curl around the edge of my desk. Some things will never change, and the way this woman makes me feel is one of them.
“Come here, you,” I say back. My voice has dropped to the ravenous texture of pure desire.
Slowly, she crosses the room and stands beside me. I run my hands up the back of her thighs, feeling the smooth, warm skin. Then I move up the curve of her delicious ass as pre-cum begins to drip from the tip of my cock.
She’s not wearing panties. She knows what she’s doing and what I’m about to give her.
A tiny whimper escapes her lips, and that does it for me.
I snatch her by the hips and pull her down into my lap. She tries to straddle me, but I spin her over and pin her down on her back. Her eyes widen up at me as I press the ridge of my cock between her legs so she can feel my arousal.
“I defended my thesis today, Daddy,” she murmurs as I bring my lips to hers.
“Oh, I know,” I reply, sliding my hands up beneath her shirt. I find her breasts and cup them, kneading the perky flesh and rolling her nipples between my fingers until her breath catches and her back begins to arch. “Tell me about it.”
She gasps as I pinch harder, her head falling back, succumbing to the pressure of our wonderful game. “I passed.”
I pull her shirt off and over her head, and she lies naked beneath me. My eyes scour her body as my cock swells to its full size. I willneverget tired of this. Her beauty is simplytoo supreme. “Of course you did, baby,” I tell her. “You’re my brilliant, brilliant girl.”
“August—”
Her eyes seem to darken as she looks at me, an intensity filling them. Her hips roll, and I feel the slick arousal of her pussy against the thin fabric of my briefs. “Daddy, please…”
“Please?” I ask. “Please what?”
I know very wellwhat, but I like playing with her. After all, it’s better to pre-heat an engine, right?
“Please, fuck me…”
