Addiction

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He was right. I'd never get enough of him. I propped myself up on my elbows. It was sexy watching him. He liked teasing me. He liked pleasing me more. "You're insatiable too," I panted.

"Hmm." His breath was hot between my thighs. "Is that so?" His tongue made one long, slow stroke against my wetness. I collapsed back down on the bed.

His hands left me for a second and I heard the zip of his jeans. He kissed my thigh again and then pulled me off the bed and onto his waiting erection.

I gasped from surprise. "Oh God." I tilted my head back as I let the sensation of him inside of me take over. He grabbed my hair and tilted my head the rest of the way back, leaving a trail of kisses down my neck. His hands found my hips and he moved them up and down, guiding me along his length.

I groaned.

He leaned into me and bit my lip, pulling me back up toward him. His hands squeezed my ass as he stood up. I quickly clasped my hands behind his neck and wrapped my legs around him.

"I want all of New York to know you're mine," he growled.

I didn't know what he was talking about. All I knew was how good he felt, possessing me. He pushed my back against the cool glass of the window.

My body shivered. People would be able to see us. "James..."

He thrust deep inside of me.

"James," I moaned, completely abandoning my hesitation.

He grabbed my hands and unwound them from his neck. He pushed them against the glass and held them firmly as he began to slide his c**k in and out of me again.

I needed to touch him. All I wanted was to run my hands through his hair. I tried to move my hand.

He spread my arms farther apart and pushed the back of my hands more firmly against the glass. I couldn't move at all. He tilted his hips.

I moaned. The glass squeaked as my back slid against it.

He kissed me hard, silencing me. I wrapped my legs tighter around him as his tongue invaded my mouth. f**k this is hot.

With each thrust of his hips the intensity grew. I couldn't move at all. He was in complete control of my body. And I loved when he was in control of my body. He knew what I liked better than I did. I clenched myself around him.

"Come for me, Penny." He kissed me again and groaned into my mouth as he found his release. The coolness of the glass and the warmth of him filling me was all I could take. I shattered around him. He released his grip on my hands. I immediately ran them down his muscular arms.

"You're so sexy," I said.

He laughed and collapsed to his knees, pulling me down with him. He held me against his chest and sighed into my hair.

Monday

"Is he a good friend of yours?"

"Who? Mason Caldwell?"

"Mhm." We had just been seated at the Tavern on the Green. It was a beautiful fall day and we had opted to eat outside. Small lanterns hung in the tree above us. It was beautiful and romantic and perfect. The whole day had been perfect.

"We used to be really good friends." Professor Hunter shrugged. "We fell out of touch after school. Our parents are still close. And the ad agency he works for has helped me out before."

"He seems nice. I've never met any of your friends."

"You find out who your true friends are when things aren't easy anymore. Turns out I didn't have many."

"He didn't even know about your divorce. From my experience, you don't open up very easily. Maybe you're being too hard on your friends."

Professor Hunter smiled at me. "You're probably right."

I looked out toward Central Park. It really was pretty. "Do you eventually want to move back here?"

He rubbed my palm with his thumb. "Not if you don't like it."

I looked back at him. "I like it when I'm with you."

He eyed me curiously. "We can go wherever you want, you know. It doesn't matter to me. Wherever you'll be happy."

"After I graduate?"

"Yes."

"You talk so easily about our future," I said.

"That's because I already know that you're in my future."

"But there's still..."

"I will never run away from this feeling. I'm not letting you go."

I stared at him. "How many children do you want?"

He frowned. "What?"

"You want to talk about our future. So let's talk about it."

"I'm not sure I'd be a very good father."

"Why would you say that?"

"I'm..." he stopped and looked up at the waitress who had just approached our table.

"Welcome to the Tavern on the Green. I'm Lexi and I'll be your waitress this evening. Can I get you both something to drink?"

Professor Hunter looked down at the wine list and then back up at Lexi. "We're actually ready to order. We'll both have the cioppino. And could we just have two glasses of apple juice?"

She looked a little surprised. "Sure. I'll be right back."

I smiled at him. "Apple juice? You can have a drink if you want."

"I don't want one." He sighed and let go of my hand.

"We don't have to talk about kids. I'm sorry, that was such like a weird thing for me to bring up. We only just started dating. I just..."

"No. It's fine. I've just never thought much about it."

"That's okay."

"Do you want kids?"

"One day. I'd want at least two. I always wished I had a sibling growing up."

"Hmm." He sighed. "Two sounds good then."

I smiled at him. He was acting weird. It still felt like he was holding back something from me. "So is that why you think you'll be a bad father? Just because you don't want kids anytime soon?"

"No, that's not it." He grabbed my hand again. "I just haven't spent much time around children."

"I don't want them anytime soon."

"Good. I want you all to myself for as long as possible."

"So what exactly is cioppino?"

He laughed. "Trust me, you'll like it."

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