Chapter 11

Eleven

Amber

M addox carries me upstairs and cares for me in a long, hot shower. He doesn't miss a part of me, making sure to thoroughly wash my body with special attention to my sensitive parts.

After seeing to my hair and drying me, he carries me to bed, slipping beneath the covers with me. Part of me feared he would shun me and take off again, but I'm delighted when he pulls me into his arms and wraps a leg around mine.

Maddox lifts his head from the pillow. "Tell me something. Why a lawyer?"

I roll over and spread over his chest with his hand coming to rest calmly on my back. I give a single shoulder shrug.

"I dunno. It's just something I've always wanted. It's what called to me, I guess. No one ever stood up for the little girl I was when child protective services came around every time my father went on a doping bender and landed in rehab." I rest my chin on my hand and look up at him. "Don't get me wrong, the women who looked after me were great, but you have to remember I was nothing but a case number, same as every other kid like me in a similar situation. When my father got out, back I went and the cycle started all over again. I want to be someone who can stop that for a child, to stand up for the weak. I know, cliché right. Lame even." I scrunch my nose not sure how to take his silence, and then he surprises me.

He shakes his head. "Noble."

"So what about you? Why the military?"

"Duty and honor. I grew up in a military family, so it seemed natural. All but my grandfather on my mother's side served. All my brothers are either in the Army or Marines. BBQs with the family is interesting to say the least."

His chest rumbles with a deep laugh, a warmth in his eyes that can be nothing more than genuine affection for his siblings.

"My grandfather is the one that set me up with a trust-fund. But life has never been about the money."

I trace small circles over his abs. "Now that is noble. Doing something out of love for your family. I want that someday. A family who is always there for one another and with a hug and smile to offer when you wake in the morning and go to sleep a night. To have someone who cares for me and loves me for who I am."

He turns his head and peers down at me with a peculiar look in his eye. "Cares or love?" He asks.

"Okay, love. I want my special someone to love me as much as I love them."

Maddox shakes his head, causing his hair to ruffle, and I want to run my fingers through the thick mess.

I go to reach up to do just that, but his next words stop me dead.

"That's not possible. You'll never find that."

Puzzlement pinches my brows. "Oh, Mr. Have All the Answers. Why is that? I know I don't want a risqué lifestyle and I sound older than my years, but there has to be someone out there that can love me as much as I love them."

"Nope." The corners of his mouth are pinched.

Damn if he doesn't say that like he yields all the authority of the universe in the sound of his voice and the worst part, I almost believe the man and his straight-faced answer.

Instead of voicing that thought, I turn the tables just a bit. "Just because you haven't doesn't mean I won't. You can't rain on that parade if I don't let you. When I find my Mr. Right that knows how to pleasure me in all ways… I'll know."

I glance sideways to catch a glittering mischief in his eyes.

"You won't ever find someone who will return the same amount of love for you as you have for them because you won't be able to. That special someone will have no choice but to love and adore someone like you with all their being."

My mouth kind of falls open at what I am hearing. Or what I hope I'm hearing.

Not what I expected no matter the case.

"So let me get this right. You think my Mr. Right will be so madly in love with me that there will be no way I can match it with my level of love?"

"That's right, Ms. McBride." He taps the end of my nose. "Not even a little," he confirms, and I'm left a little baffled.

I purse my lips in an I call bullshit way that normally irritated the hell out of my father when I didn't fall for his lines. "Really? How can you be so sure?"

"Because I happen to suffer from those symptoms and can relate them to you from the first time I saw you in my hallways, to the first time I saw you on stage and now. As you lay sprawled over me naked, thoroughly fucked, dripping my sperm and possibly carrying my child already."

"Such dirty language, Dean Spencer."

"I'm only getting started."

He rolls me to my back and has my legs spread around his thick thighs, and I shudder when the cool air of our movements brush over my sensitive folds.

"Tell me again, how is it you came to know I am an exotic dancer?"

He's looking at me like a hungry wolf. "Was," he corrects. "You'll no longer be sharing what is mine with any other man, remember?"

"Is that so?"

"That's a fucking fact and especially if you're carrying my child. You can take that to the bank. My friends might like to share and that works for them, but I'm a stingy motherfucker and there's no other man that will touch this body."

He's running his hands over me like he can't believe I'm all his.

By friends he means Professor Elliot and Professor Samuel who fell in love with and married their much younger student. She was the best friend of my best friend, so I guess that makes her a friend by proxy.

"You're dodging the question."

"Am I now?"

"Hmm-hmm and expertly if I might add."

Maddox falls forward to his hands on either side of me, and in this position the fat head of his already aroused cock brushes over my clit.

I gasp, clutching at the sheets. "Professor," I groan. When I call him that, his cock gets harder which makes me wetter. He might be the dean, but he was a professor first within the walls of UB.

"Hold still—I'm hungry again."

He leans down and my back is off the bed before I can control my reaction to his tongue whipping over my throbbing, aching clit.

I fall back to the bed and raise my legs as he moves down my body farther.

"Stop—you can't."

He pauses only a second to ask, "Why?"

And honestly I don't know anymore.

He flicks his tongue faster over my clit, and my nipples are already responding. Pebbled, hard and aching for attention. I reach up and pinch the tips as he dips a finger into my velvety channel and rims my back entrance with another.

His tongue hasn't stopped and I can feel another orgasm flame to life and bloom out, ready to rock me into another realm any second.

"Yes, right there," I groan, clamping my thighs around his head.

"Cum, now, give me those pure, sweet juices."

An hour later we fall into a heap of tangled arms and legs and if nothing else, I know for sure that this man completes a part of me no other person has ever touched.

Wiping his face, he moves up my body and sucks one nipple into his mouth then the other. They pucker for him, the greedy little things, and all I can do is hold on for the ride. "Your nipples would look even more delicious wearing my birthstone."

It takes me a second to wrap my brain around what he's saying. "You mean nipple piercings?"

"Mmm-hmm."

I smirk. "I do kind of like that, but are you trying to put your mark on me, Dean Spencer?"

"Every way I can think of."

"Good. I like that even more."