Chapter 4

Faye

I wake up slowly, certain for a few seconds that everything had to be a dream. An amazing dream. But Grady is asleep next to me, his normally stern face relaxed, his dark waves tousled from all the times I ran my fingers through it.

I just lie there, wondering when we drifted off. Sometime after round three, maybe? I’m pleasantly achy everywhere and happier than I probably have any right to be. I mean, this isn’t real, and it’s going to have to end soon. I should just be glad it wasn’t awful.

It was the complete opposite of awful. Grady ended up shocking the hell out of me. I had no real expectations, except that maybe my first time might be awkward and uncomfortable. But he drove me wild from his very first touch. Actually, he didn’t even have to touch me, from the moment he growled out that I was his at the club, I went weak in the knees.

Who would have thought my favorite author turned professor could drive me so wild? And I don’t think it’s just my inexperience talking. I’ve been on other dates with guys my own age and never felt anything close to what Grady can make me feel. It feels like all of my fantasies came true.

The morning light filters through the curtains and I’m sorry that our perfect night is over. Once he wakes up, he’ll probably shoo me out of his luxurious apartment and this will all have to be nothing more than a nice memory.

Thank goodness I’m not in his class anymore. I’ll have to be careful around campus so we don’t run into each other because I might end up throwing myself at him like a fool. I really don’t want to leave, I need more of him. Much more.

His eyes open and he smiles to find me staring at him. Pulling me close, he gives me a kiss that makes me melt against his muscular chest. When I asked him how old he was during one of our little breaks last night, he told me he was 35— not quite old enough to be my father at least. You’d never know, he’s got a better body than any other man I’ve ever seen, and I’m including professional underwear models.

He seems to like the way I run my fingers up and down his washboard abs and I reach lower to wrap my fingers around his huge cock. I thought I might pass out when I first caught a glimpse of it, but he fits me perfectly, just like he promised.

He takes my hand and moves it to his chest, pulling away from our steamy kiss with a groan. “I don’t know how I’m still alive, let alone ready for more.” He reaches over for his phone on the bedside table and checks the time. “And I’m not even tired,” he muses. “You seem to give me energy, Faye.”

“Good,” I tell him, reaching for his thick, steely shaft again. “Then I’m glad we got that little nap.”

He kisses me again, a quick peck, pulling away with a smile that melts my heart and has me rubbing my pussy against his powerful thigh. He rolls his eyes. “Have I turned you into a monster?”

“Just for you,” I say.

He keeps smiling. “Why don’t we spend the day together since you don’t have any classes?”

“How do you know I don’t have any classes?” I ask.

He’s right. I have a full load this semester, but no classes on Fridays. It’s usually when I get all my chores done and pick up a shift at a coffee shop near the college.

He purses his lips, his eyes going dark. “I know quite a bit about you, Faye. You’ve been on my mind since you were in my class.” He pulls me closer so that my breasts are pressed against his chest. “Does that scare you, my girl?”

On the contrary, it thrills me. He was interested in me. All those lonely nights when I stared at his picture and dreamed about having moments like this, he could have been mine?

“Why didn’t you say something when I was in your class?” To be honest, I’m a little irritated that he never said anything, but now that he has been open with me, I want to be open with him. “You know how you made me play with myself last night? I’ve done that before, and I’ve always thought about you. I didn’t know how good it would really be, but I still wished it was you touching me there.”

He looks stunned, his mouth dropping open. He makes a low sound in his throat as he reaches for my breast, stroking my nipple to a tight bud. “Are you telling me the truth?” he asks in a choked voice.

I nod, wanting to close my eyes to better concentrate on the sensation of his fingers on my nipple, but I can’t look away from his intense eyes, stormier than I’ve ever seen them.

“I’ve had a crush on you ever since I saw your picture on the back of the first Lost Moon book. Then when I realized you were my professor, I thought I may actually stand a chance. Every astronomy lesson you taught made me so hot. Whenever you looked at me, I had to grind against my chair. One time I ran to the restroom as soon as your class ended. All I could think about was what I wanted you to do to me while I got my hands under my skirt and between my legs. Just your voice and a few glances made my pussy so wet, Professor.” I shake a little at the memory. “To think you could have been fucking me all along.”

“Jesus,” he mutters, his hand sliding between my thighs to feel how much I need him.

I giggle, heady with power. “And you could have saved all that money.”

His fingers push inside me, stretching me for his cock. “I can’t date students,” he says roughly. “And you were worth every penny.”

In a flash, he whips me onto my stomach and pulls my backside up against him. His hard cock slides between my thighs, the smooth shaft teasing my needy pussy. He gives me a light slap on the ass.

“That’s for not telling me you had to stroke your own little clit when I could have been licking you all along.”

I laugh, pressing back against him. “I wouldn’t want my favorite professor to get in trouble,” I say.

Then I gasp when he grips my hips and drives deep inside me. I yelp as he pounds me from behind, that amazing feeling already building with every hard thrust. He leans close and kisses my neck, growling in my ear.

“You know how many times I’ve thought about bending you over my desk? Fucking you senseless like this with your sexy ass waving in the air?” He tugs on my hair, pulling me up onto my elbows. “I want to see those tits of yours bounce, little girl.”

Once again he’s sending me over the edge and all I can do is let it happen. He drives deeper and harder inside me, our bodies slapping together, our breath getting heavier. I can barely speak but I find the words to beg for what I need so badly.

“Touch me, Professor. Please.”

His hand releases its grip on my hair and snakes around my waist. He slides his palm slowly down my belly to cup me between my thighs, right up to where his cock is buried inside me. His fingers slowly and expertly tease my swollen clit, and I seem to fall into empty space as he gives me yet another orgasm. How many is this now? I lost count long ago.

My screams die down and I find that he’s already laying on top of me, panting and kissing my shoulder. I can barely move or breathe and I don’t care as I continue to spasm around his cock.

“I want to stay inside your body forever,” he murmurs, slowly sliding out. He groans. “God, what do you do to me, Faye?”

He rolls off and runs his fingers up and down my back. My thighs are slick with his seed and the sheets are damp and tangled from everything we’ve done. I finally turn my head and smile.

“Did you say something about spending the day together?”

I can’t let this end. I know I should be guarding my heart. This isn’t real. He paid for me. He wanted to fuck me, nothing more. But I still don’t want it to end just yet.

He grins and shoves himself off the bed. “Yes, I did. But first breakfast.”

He tells me to get a shower if I like, and a few minutes later I hear a clatter of pans from the kitchen, along with Grady’s humming. His bathroom is bigger than Jen and I’s apartment, I’m not even exaggerating. As much as I don’t want to rinse away his scent and lose the feel of his hands, I can’t resist the massive walk-in shower.

I use his soap and shampoo, glad I can still carry him home with me, and when I walk into his kitchen wrapped in his bathrobe, my heart shifts a little. He’s made scrambled eggs and toast, with fresh peaches sliced up on a plate. A pitcher of orange juice sits next to two stemmed glasses and there’s a variety of jam and honey.

“So this is how the other half lives,” I joke, sitting down to dig in.

He’s got a t-shirt and some sweatpants on, the most casual I’ve seen him— well, besides naked. And he looks every bit as mouthwatering as he does in his designer suits. My heart flutters again when he sits across from me at the granite kitchen island and pours me a glass of juice.

“You’re the other half now, too,” he reminds me. His teasing smile turns serious. “What made you want to do the auction?” he asks.

I take a deep breath and wave at the paintings on his walls, then the breathtaking view of the river outside his apartment windows. “I love art and nature and everything beautiful. I want to see it all, live it, breathe it. Bioluminescent bays, the Sistine Chapel, the masterpieces in the Louvre, Machu Picchu. All of that takes money. And I want to finish school without any debt,” I add, hoping he doesn’t think I’m just a greedy, flighty dreamer. “My father lost my college fund with a bad investment, so I have to pay my way myself, and the auction seemed like the simplest way to do that.”

He shakes his head slightly, then leans across the bar to kiss me. “God, Faye, I’m so sorry you felt like you had to auction yourself to get what you want,” he says against my lips. “I think it’s brave you were willing to do that to go after your dreams and see the world. Impressive, even. Now I feel lame asking you to go to a simple movie with me.”

I laugh and kiss him back. “I’d go anywhere with you.”

I wish I could snatch the words back when his eyes harden. I’ve said too much, been too eager. He tells me to finish my breakfast and gets a quick shower, then finds me some jeans and a t-shirt. I roll up the pant legs about ten times, finding the “boyfriend” fit that hangs around my hips in a cool way, and finish the look by tying the t-shirt at my waist.

He gives me an appreciative look. “Still gorgeous,” he says, making me blush.

We drive to the other side of town, since he can’t be seen with me. I’m not his student anymore, but I still go to his college, and he’s a stickler for rules. I find that both endearing and incredibly sexy. Plus it’s fun to sneak around.

We pick a spy thriller but neither one of us could say what the movie was about because we make out the entire two hours. At the end he laughs and says he feels like he’s back in high school. I tell him I never made out with anyone in high school because boys my age are gross.

“You like older guys like me?” he asks, his tone teasing but his eyes serious.

“I like one old guy who is you,” I clarify.

I think about poor miss gummy lover, wherever she is right now with Alfred, probably with his dentures out. She has no idea what she’s missing.

We end up at a diner down the block from the theater and we play footsie under the table after we order. I can’t hold back any longer and drag him into the women’s restroom. I don’t notice anything about the small room except that it’s empty and the door locks. Within seconds he’s got me pressed up against the wall, our lips locked together.

We fumble with each other’s buttons and zippers, and the second my borrowed jeans are down around my ankles, I kick them away. He grips my hips as I wrap my legs around his waist. I’m already so wet and open for him, and my heart is pounding.

“Hurry,” I whisper, looking down to see his big cock. I look up into his intense gray eyes. “Hurry and fuck me,” I plead.

He rams into me, held up by his body and the wall. I come almost instantly, biting down on his shoulder to keep from screaming and having the restaurant employees crashing in on us.

With a low growl, he kisses me hard as he comes inside me with my pussy pulsing around his throbbing shaft.

We laugh breathlessly while we hurriedly get dressed. “I can’t believe we had a quickie in a public restroom,” I say. “I was a virgin yesterday!”

He straightens my hair and shakes his head. “I have created a monster.”

Our food is waiting for us on the table and if the server gives us a suspicious look we ignore her. We both eat ravenously and then chat for a while about anything and nothing. It’s surprisingly comfortable being with Grady, but the light begins to dim outside the diner windows and as the sun goes down, reality begins to creep in.

I want this day to last forever, but I know it can’t. Grady isn’t my boyfriend, and he never can be. I thought I could bypass emotions by selling my virginity to a stranger, keep my heart safe and not end up like my friends who were torn up after their first relationships crumbled into dust. But I’m already finding myself attached to Grady, much more than I thought possible. It’s already deeper than the silly crush from last year. I can’t believe I’m sleeping with my favorite author.

On the drive back, I lapse into silence, staring at the traffic out my window to keep from studying Grady’s chiseled profile.

“Everything okay?” he asks.

I nod. “Everything’s fine,” I assure him.

I’m just preparing myself for when the most magical day of my life comes to an end. I don’t know how I will move on after being with him like this. I feel like we belong together, but I can’t tell him that without sounding like a lovesick fool. I wish I could tell if he wanted more between us, I am desperate to be with him.