“I have to go, Miss Ford,” I tell her. “I look forward to your paper next week.”
Her smile widens. “It’s already done. Have a good…appointment.”
“I will,” I say because I can’t help it.
She flips her hair and spins to walk out the door.
I exhale, thinking I made it. I had her in my office again, and it didn’t end with me being balls deep in her pussy.
Three. Two. One. I count down for her to leave before I claim my victory.
Then she turns around and over her shoulder those fuckable lips say, “And if I wore a dress on a date withyou, there’d be no panties to ruin.”
The door closes, and my legs give out as I collapse into the desk chair. My eyes stray to my bathroom. With this raging hard on, I realize there’s no way I’m going to make it home to my shower…
Chapter 22
Cormac
One week later, Darragh is waiting for me on the leather sofa in my office. I’ve just come back from a meeting in the lab with Professor Alderton and a few students who needed a mediator to settle an argument.
“Morning,” my twin says, like he was invited.
“Morning to you.” I head to the desk and put down my laptop. “Is this a check-in?”
“I hadn’t heard from you.” He glances around the small but adequate space for an adjunct teaching one class. I assume I’ll get a better one after I get hired full-time. And a better desk where I can litter it with pictures of the poor woman who will agree to be my wife.
“You get me a time-consuming, demanding job and wonder why you haven’t heard from me?” If I bite back on anything else, he’ll ask more questions.
My time to lesson plan, grade papers, and evaluate student lab reports amounts to about thirty hours a week. Darragh doesn’t know about my night shift.
“But it’s going great,” I say to ease his worry.
Plus, it’s not exactly a lie.
“Glad to hear that,” he says. “How are you other than that?”
“Good. How are you?” I echo. “How are the kids? Is J.P. over his cold?”
He nods. “Yep, until Sophie came home with one from school and now we’re all carrying packs of tissues everywhere.”
I fold my arms. “But you’re not here to tell me about your family sniffles. You could have called. You wanted to see me.”
He blushes because I’vecaught him. As much as he knows me, he forgets that I know him, too. Not only are our bodies identical, so are our brains. “This is your first real responsibility since Cascadia. I’m looking out for you. Any cravings?”
Always. Every goddamn day. But that’s not something I’ll worry him with. Plus, I have a feeling he knows. He has to. And it’s notifI have cravings, but have I given in to them? That answer is a giant, fat no.
Including the burning need to fuck Scarlett. I haven’t given in to a single one, unless endless masturbation counts.
And if I’m going to talk about those cravings, then I need to lock the door.
“I’m fine,” I say to be obtuse and annoy my brother. “Focused and busy. And thanks for warning me that writing a midterm exam is fucking hard.”
“You didn’t ask,” he says, smiling and crossing his legs.
“And?” I know there’s more.
He pulls at his tie. “Have you met anyone yet?”