“I’ll make this quick.” He taps his finger on the desk. “Have you given any thought to what we talked about a few weeks ago?”
“That you want me to be married by the end of the semester?”
Scarlett stops, and I’m certain it’s because she’s listening to our conversation about me getting married. I reach my hand under the desk like I’m scratching my leg and curl my fingers around the back of her neck. I pull her face forward until she once again wraps her lips around my cock, and it’s sliding down her hot, slick throat.
“Iwantdiscipline and stability,” Ford reminds me.
Shit…
“I have thought about it. In fact, there is a woman I met a couple of months ago. We had a nice evening,” I say, though what I want to do is blurt that it was his daughter, and I fucked her to within an inch of her life. “I already proposed the idea.”
“Is that so?” Ford seems pleased and backs up to the door. “What did she say?”
Teeth clamp on my shaft, and I purse my lips to keep from groaning.
“She’s…” I gulp, feeling the tiniest bite on my skin. “She’s considering it. And just so we’re clear, Dean Ford. In the employment contract I signed, it said, upon getting married, I’m eligible for a full-time position.”
“Correct.” He tilts his head.
“No loopholes?” I lean back and pet Scarlett’s head.
Ford smiles. “I’m a man of my word.”
I smile back. “So am I.”
“I’ll let you get back to that call, Dr. O’Rourke.” Ford backs up and leaves the office.
I keep a fake smile on my face until the door closes.
My stomach unclenches, but teeth are still threatening my dick.
“Did you hear that, bad girl?” Using both hands, I hold Scarlett’s head and gently pump her mouth up and down my length. “Your father wants me to find a wife. Do you want someone else sucking my dick?”
She whimpers and then works me harder, faster.
“Oh Christ, I’m gonna come.” I dip my head back, a bolt of electricity shooting up my spine. My release spills down her throat. “Drink my cum like a good little slut.”
Scarlett swallows every drop. Popping off, she pushes my chair so she can climb out. She’s on fire, while I’m boneless and spent.
“I have class,” she says, wiping her mouth and smiling like she thinks she bested me.
If I wasn’t sitting in the chair, I’d be on my knees.
“Scarlett,” I say as I watch her fix her skirt. “Marry me. I can’t even stomach the idea of going to dinner with someone else, when all I want toeatisyourpussy.”
In the middle of adjusting her shirt, she stops to stare at me. “I’mnotmarrying you.”
“You will.” I pull her down and crash our mouths together. “Or this will not happen again, do you understand me?”
She laughs, “Sure, okay.”
Scarlett is going to find out the hard way what the consequences of pushing me to play hardball will be.
We trade wry smiles, and I watch her ass as she dashes out the door.
Jesus fucking Christ.
What the hell is making my heart pound this way?