Chapter 211
**Sara**
I stirred awake, feeling deliciously sore in all the right places. Tom's arm was draped possessively over my waist, his warm breath tickling my neck. Last night had been intense. My cheeks flushed, remembering how he'd made me come over and over until I could barely remember my own name.
"Morning, beautiful." His voice was husky with sleep as he nuzzled my neck.
"Mmm, good morning." I stretched languidly against him, feeling every delicious inch of his body pressed against my back. His hand slid up my ribcage, making me shiver.
"Sleep well?" His fingers traced lazy circles on my skin.
"Like the dead. Someone wore me out last night." I turned in his arms to face him.
"I didn't hear any complaints."
"Oh, there were plenty. You just kept shutting me up."
"Like this?" He captured my lips in a searing kiss that made my toes curl. His hand tangled in my hair, angling my head the way he wanted.
I moaned into his mouth as his other hand skimmed down my back, pulling me flush against him. The feel of his morning hardness pressing against my thigh sent heat pooling low in my belly.
My fingers traced the hard planes of his chest, feeling his muscles twitch under my touch.
"Don't you have classes today?" I managed between kisses, though my body screamed at me to shut up and let him continue.
"Mmmm. Not for a few hours." His lips traced my neck, finding that spot behind my ear that made me arch into him. "Plenty of time to properly say good morning."
His hand slid lower, cupping my ass and grinding me against him in a way that made my breath catch. But then he pulled back slightly, his eyes searching mine.
"You start at Westbridge on Monday." His thumb traced my bottom lip. "Then you'll be too busy for morning fun. Probably forget all about your poor professor."
"Forget you? Why would you think that?"
"Just saying. You'll be meeting new people, making new connections." His hand slid down to cup my breast, thumb circling my nipple until it peaked. "Probably some young hotshot executives who'll try to sweep you off your feet."
"Mmm." I bit my lip, fighting back a grin. "Did I forget to mention how incredibly handsome Lucas Anderson is? Tall, dark hair, that jawline," I sighed exaggeratedly. "And the way he fills out a suit..."
"Oh really? Should I be worried about Mr. Anderson?"
"Maybe," I teased, running a finger down his chest. "He's got that whole brooding CEO thing going on. Very sexy."
Tom's eyes darkened. His hand tightened on my hip, pulling me closer. "Brooding CEO, huh?"
"Mmhmm. And his office has this amazing view of the city. Floor-to-ceiling windows." I traced my finger along his collarbone, fighting back a grin. "Makes a girl wonder what could happen in there."
In one swift move, Tom rolled me onto my back, pinning my hands above my head. "You know what happens to naughty girls who fantasize about their bosses?"
"No." I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. "Why don't you show me?"
"First," he growled against my neck, "I'm going to make you forget about Lucas Anderson." His teeth grazed my pulse point. "Then I'm going to remind you exactly why you're mine."
I let out a gasp as Tom's teeth scraped against my neck. "Yours? Getting a bit possessive there."
"You started it with all that Lucas talk." His hand slid down my side, fingertips leaving fire trails on my skin. "Need to remind you who makes you scream."
"Big talk for someone who lost our bet." I arched into him as his fingers dipped lower. "No sex for a month, remember?"
He lifted his head, eyes dark with desire. "The bet starts Monday when you officially start work." His thumb circled my nipple, making me whimper. "Until then..."
"That's not- oh god." My protest died as his mouth replaced his fingers, tongue flicking against the sensitive peak.
"What was that about Lucas?" He switched to my other breast, teeth grazing just enough to make me squirm.
"Who?" I threaded my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer.
"That's what I thought." His kisses trailed lower, across my stomach. "I should leave some marks. Just so there's no confusion about who you belong to."
"Not where anyone can see."
"Don't worry," he murmured. "I know exactly where to leave them."
He moved lower, his mouth tracing a burning path down my stomach. My breath hitched as he paused just above where I needed him most. His eyes flicked up to meet mine.
"But if you ever bring up Lucas again," he said, voice dropping an octave, "I might have to kill you."
I laughed. "You wouldn't dare."
His grin widened. "Try me."
I opened my mouth to retort, but all that came out was a strangled gasp as Tom's fingers slid inside me, filling me completely. Not one, not two, but three at once. He knew how to stretch and fill me just right, making my back arch off the bed.
"Fuck!" My hands gripped the sheets as he moved his fingers inside me with expert precision, curling them just enough to hit that sweet spot. Every nerve ending in my body seemed to come alive at once.
"Thought you might say that." He looked entirely too smug for someone whose fingers were currently buried deep inside me.
"You're such an asshole."
"You love it." He punctuated his words with a particularly hard thrust of his fingers that had me seeing stars.
"Bastard," I whimpered, unable to deny the truth in his words.
"Language," he chided mockingly as his thumb found my clit and began to circle it slowly, maddeningly slowly. "Wouldn't want your new boss hearing such words from his newest employee."
"Goddamn it, Tom!" I writhed beneath him, desperate for more pressure, more friction, more everything.
His fingers kept their maddening pace, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
My phone's shrill ring cut through the heavy breathing and moans.
"Don't you dare answer that," Tom growled against my inner thigh.
The phone kept ringing. I reached blindly toward the nightstand, but Tom caught my wrist.
"Tom, stop. It could be important." I tried to focus through the haze of pleasure.
"More important than this?" He curled his fingers just right, making me gasp.
"Stop!" I laughed, squirming away from him. "Just give me a minute."
With a dramatic sigh, he withdrew his fingers, making me whimper at the loss. I grabbed my phone from the nightstand, seeing Jessica's name flash across the screen.
"It's Jessica." I hit accept, trying to steady my breathing. "Hey!"
"Where the hell have you been? I texted you like fifty times last night!" Jessica's voice blared through the speaker.
Tom's fingers traced lazy circles on my inner thigh, making concentrating hard. "Sorry, I'm at Tom's place. Got a bit distracted."
His hand moved higher, and I caught his wrist before he could slip those talented fingers back inside me. He pouted, looking far too adorable for a grown man.
I rolled my eyes at Tom's pout. "Behave," I mouthed, swatting his wandering hands away.
"Oh my god, am I interrupting your morning delight with Professor Thick Dick?" Jessica's laugh crackled through the speaker. "Please tell me he's doing that thing where he-"
"Jessica!" Heat flooded my cheeks. "Can you not?"
"What? I'm just saying, from what you've told me about his talents, I wouldn't want to interrupt."
"Do you ever think about anything besides sex?"
"Hmm." She paused dramatically. "Sometimes I think about food. Oh, and last week, I spent about twenty minutes wondering if fish get thirsty. But mostly sex. Speaking of which, is the professor still there? Put him on, I want to ask about his-"
"And that's my cue to leave." Tom pressed a kiss to my forehead, sliding out of bed. He stretched, giving me an excellent view of his naked form, before grabbing his boxers. "I'll make coffee."
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