Chapter 189
**Sara**
Tom settled beside me, pulling me into his embrace. The warmth of his skin against mine sent a shiver down my spine, and I couldn't help but nuzzle closer, my fingers tracing patterns on his chest.
"Comfortable now?" His voice was a low rumble, vibrating through me.
"Almost," I teased, pressing a kiss to his collarbone. "I think I need a bit more adjustment."
His hand trailed down my spine, rippling waves of sensation across my skin. "Not finding my bed comfortable enough?"
I arched into his touch. "Oh, the bed's perfect. Having you beside me makes it even better." My fingers traced the defined muscles of his chest, following a path I'd memorized over our nights together.
"Perfect, huh?" His hand slid lower, teasing along my hip. "High praise from someone who was just complaining about gravity."
I nipped at his collarbone. "Gravity and I have reached an understanding."
His fingers danced across my skin, leaving heat trails in their wake. "Why exactly did you call me tonight? Last I checked, there were plenty of cabs available."
"Are you suggesting I had ulterior motives, Professor?"
"The thought had crossed my mind." His thumb traced circles on my hip, making it hard to concentrate.
"Well, maybe I just wanted to see you." I let my hand drift lower, following the defined line of his abs. "Is that such a crime?"
"Not at all." He caught my wandering hand, bringing it to his lips. "Though you did mention something about no cabs being available."
"Both things can be true." I wiggled closer, pressing myself against him. "There weren't any cabs, and I wanted to be with you. I'm excellent at multitasking."
"So you admit it?"
"Admit what?" I gasped as his teeth grazed my neck.
"That you called me on purpose." His voice was low, teasing. "Used the cab shortage as an excuse."
"Maybe." I threaded my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer. "Or maybe the universe just aligned perfectly. You know, fate and all that."
"Could be that nature conspired to make all those cabs disappear, just so you'd have to call me."
"Exactly. The city's transportation system plotted to get me into your bed."
Tom's hand slid down my back, pulling me closer. "And now here you are."
"Here I am." I kissed his chest, feeling his heartbeat quicken beneath my lips.
His fingers tangled in my hair, tilting my head back to meet his gaze. "I am curious about something."
"Hmm?" The heat of his body against mine made it hard to focus.
"Earlier, when Jessica was talking about 'Professor Thick,' you cut her off pretty quickly. Any particular reason?"
"Trust me, you don't want to hear it."
"Oh, but I think I do." His thumb traced my bottom lip. "Come on, tell me. What's the story behind that?"
I buried my face in his chest, mumbling against his skin. "It's embarrassing."
"Now I definitely need to know." His hand slipped lower, squeezing my ass. "Tell me."
I lifted my head, meeting his eyes. "Fine. But remember, this was all Jessica's doing."
"I'm waiting." His fingers continued their teasing exploration of my skin.
"She may have..." I bit my lip, trying not to laugh. "She may have nicknamed you Professor Thick Dick."
"Well, she's not wrong."
Heat flooded my cheeks. "Tom!"
"What? Just stating facts."
I swatted his chest. "Oh my god, you did not just say that."
"I mean, you brought it up." His fingers trailed up my spine. "I'm just agreeing with the assessment."
"Wait." I narrowed my eyes at him. "How would Jessica even know that?"
"I was wondering the same thing, actually."
"Tom." I poked his chest. "Did you show it to her? Or, like, accidentally flash her?" My eyes widened. "Oh god, please tell me you didn't sleep with her."
"Why would I-" He laughed, pulling me closer. "Should I be concerned that your mind went straight there?"
"Well, how else would she know about your..." I gestured vaguely downward. "You know."
"My what?" His hand slid to my hip, squeezing lightly. "Say it."
"Your..." I felt my cheeks flush. "Your thickness situation."
"My thickness situation?" He burst out laughing. "That's a new one."
"Stop dodging the question!" I wiggled against him. "How does she know?"
"Maybe she's psychic." His fingers dipped between my legs, making me gasp. "Or maybe she's just very good at guessing."
"Tom!" I grabbed his wrist, stilling his movement. "I'm serious."
"I only show this," he pressed against me meaningfully, "to one very special student. And technically, she's not even a student anymore."
I melted a little at his words but then straightened up again. "Better not be showing it to anyone else. Or fucking anyone else." I gave him my sternest look. "I will actually murder you."
"Is that so?" His hand resumed its teasing. "I was planning to start a dick pic newsletter."
"I mean it." I nipped at his jaw. "This is mine now. No sharing."
His hand tightened on my hip, pulling me flush against him. "That goes both ways, you know."
"What goes both ways?"
"This." His fingers traced a path up my inner thigh, making me shiver. "Your pussy is mine. No sharing."
"Excuse me? My what is yours?"
"You heard me." His eyes darkened as his fingers continued their teasing exploration. "This sweet little cunt belongs to me now."
"Since when did we establish ownership rights over each other's body parts?" I tried to sound indignant, but my breath hitched as his thumb found my clit. "I don't recall signing any contracts."
"No?" He pressed harder, drawing a moan from my lips. "Pretty sure you signed away all rights when you started screaming my name in bed. Multiple times, every night, if I remember correctly." His voice was rough with desire as his fingers maintained their merciless rhythm. "And we both know my memory is excellent when it comes to making you come undone."
"That's-" I gasped as he slipped a finger inside me. "That's not legally binding."
"No?" His voice dropped lower, rougher. "Should I make you sign something more official? Maybe write up a contract detailing exactly what belongs to who?"
"You're ridiculous." I squirmed against his hand. "And possessive."
"You are the one who just claimed ownership of my dick."
"That's different!"
"How so?" He added another finger, curling them just right.
"Because..." My thoughts scattered as he hit that perfect spot. "Because I said so."
"Not your strongest argument." His thumb circled faster. "Want to try again?"
I grabbed his wrist, stilling his movement. "Are you seriously trying to negotiate property rights while fingering me?"
"I'm a businessman." He grinned wickedly. "I believe in multitasking."
"You're a professor who happens to have too much money and time on his hands."
"I prefer the term diversified portfolio." His fingers resumed their maddening pace. "Teaching is just one aspect of my professional life."
"Right." I bit back a moan. "Because attending boring board meetings makes you such a hotshot businessman."
He twisted his fingers just right, making me arch off the bed. "Those boring meetings help fund this very comfortable lifestyle you seem to enjoy."
"The bed is nice," I conceded, breathless. "But I've seen you fall asleep during those video calls."
"Once. That happened once."
"Three times last week alone." I grabbed his shoulders as he hit a particularly sensitive spot. "Don't forget about when you played Candy Crush under the table."
"Market research." He nipped at my neck. "Mobile gaming is a growing industry."
"You were on level three hundred something."
His thumb pressed harder. "Very thorough research."
"And what about-" My words cut off as he curled his fingers.
"What was that about my business acumen?"
"Shut up and kiss me."
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