Page 17 of The Professor: Ep. 2
I forgot how to breathe, my heart beating chaotically in my chest as he devoured me to within an inch of my life.
Until a soft vibration tickled my backside.
His phone.
He ignored it, returning to feast upon my mouth while his touch skimmed higher to cup my sex.
Only for the vibration to pick right back up again.
It reminded me of the night in the house when his phone had kept ringing, until he’d disappeared to take the call and had never come back. He couldn’t do that now. We were at his house.
He removed his hand from beneath my dress and reached around me to turn his car back on. Then he pressed his finger to my lips as he used his Bluetooth system to answer the phone as it buzzed yet again.
“I left,” he said by way of greeting.
“Yes, I can see that,” a deep voice returned. “What the fuck, Kane?”
“I was bored,” he drawled, his index finger tracing my lip before dipping inside to stroke my tongue. “You were the one going on about tasting my Nashville for yourself. Go reserve a room nearby and take a few willing women back with you. Enjoy.”
His friend fell silent.
Professor Kane used it to his advantage by pulling me forward for a kiss, his wet finger trailing a path along my jaw to my neck. He kept it soft and silent, his tongue slow and thorough against mine. I played his game, remaining quiet and letting him kiss me while his friend stayed on the line.
“Look, you know I had no choice,” his friend finally said. “You’re almost thirty-two, Kane.”
“Last I checked, so are you.”
“But I’m a second son. I don’t have the same requirements.”
Maddox’s jaw ticked. “Which makes you the wrong person to convince me to come home.”
His friend sighed over the speakers. “Come on, Kane. It’s just an Elite Bride. All you have to do is marry her and then fuck her a few times to produce the requisite heir. I don’t understand why you’re treating this like a hardship. She’ll come fully trained to take your cock.”
Elite Bride?My eyebrows lifted, but the look in Maddox’s eyes silenced me. His friend couldn’t know I was here. No one could.
But what the hell had he meant about hisbridebeingfully trained?
“My answer remains unchanged,” Maddox replied emphatically. “Enjoy your flight back to New York, Dustin.” He reached around me again to end the call.
Silence fell between us, his dark eyes holding mine. “You have sixty seconds to ask me whatever you want. After that, I can’t promise a response.”
I stared at him, shocked by the offer.
I had no right to demand anything from him, let alone answers. But there was one question reverberating through my mind. “Are you engaged?” His friend mentioned a bride. If he was betrothed, then this ended now. Secrets, I could do. Being the other woman? Absolutely not.
“No.”
“But you were engaged at one point?” I hadn’t really dug into his previous relationships, as they hadn’t been my business. “When we were together?” I pressed.
“No. I’ve never been engaged, nor will I ever be engaged. However, my father has a penchant for arrangements. He considers my social life a lucrative business deal. I disagree.”
I swallowed. “So you’re not engaged or seriously dating someone.” I didn’t phrase it as a question.
His lips twisted into a cruel smirk. “Is this the part where you ask what we’re doing, Kayla? Demand a label, perhaps? We’ve been fucking for a week, a month if you include the dinner party. Don’t expect that to change my views on marriage.”
My eyes narrowed, not appreciating his wry tone. “No,Professor. This is the part where I tell you I’m okay with being a secret, but not at the expense of someone else’s feelings.”
His grin disappeared, his eyes searching mine. For what, I didn’t know. But after a beat, he very softly said, “I see.”
