LeilaStanding naked before a man like Christopher was probably my biggest fear, but I wasn’t afraid. I felt daring and sexy and like I could conquer the world. His eyes devoured me. With every heated look I felt even sexier.“Are you going to let me see the goods or am I going to have to strip you myself?” I asked in a husky voice.He slowly shook his head, reaching down to pull off his shirt. I watched, feeling like I was front row at my own personal Thunder from Down Under show. He didn’t stop until he was completely naked. My eyes roamed over his naked body. Damn. He was so damn hot. I couldn’t believe I was lucky enough to get to be with him.“I want you.”I smiled. “That’s good because I’m about ready to devour you.”His nostrils flared. “That’s exactly what I had in mind. Sit. There.”I looked behind me to where he had nodded his head. An accent chair was positioned in front of the fireplace. I gulped down the nerves and anxiousness and did what he asked, delicately sitting my
LeilaChristopher rocked inside me, pushing hard and deep with every thrust. I curled my fists into the comforter, holding on as he rode me fast and hard. My breasts bounced with every thrust. He was a man on a mission. He let go of all that control he usually wielded. I held on with all my might, pushing back to keep from being sent flying over the edge of the bed.The crunchy hairs on his legs brushed against the back of my thighs. He was rubbing me in all the right places, making my body hot and achy.“Oh God, Christopher,” I breathed his name when I felt the third orgasm begin a slow climb.It was so good. It was addictive and even as I was pushed closer to the peak, all I could think about was the next time. I wanted there to be many next times. I was addicted to the man. He was turning me into a nymphomaniac. I thought about sex all the time. Not just sex—his sex. His body fit inside mine perfectly. He filled every inch and made me want more.“That’s it,” he whispered. “A little
ChristopherI woke up with a start when I heard a door close. It had not closed—it had been slammed. I lifted my head from the pillow. Leila was still asleep. I took a second to admire how beautiful she looked while she slept. I noticed a bit of whisker burn on her cheek and couldn’t help but smile. I had a feeling her inner thighs would also be sporting the same redness. Any chance of having a little morning action was stolen away with the slamming of the front door.I could hear stuff being slammed and tossed around and knew there was no way I was going to being able to ignore it. I quickly extracted my arm from under Leila and quietly got out of bed without jostling her. I pulled on some sweats and walked out of the room, quietly closing the door behind me. I didn’t want Olin to find Leila in my bed. That was not the way I envisioned their first meeting.I headed downstairs, pausing about halfway down. I assumed it was Olin, but I couldn’t say for sure. I hoped a burglar would be s
ChristopherOlin walked out of the room, saying nothing to Leila. I blew out a breath and slid off my stool. “Sorry,” I muttered.“I walked in on something,” she said.I nodded. “He had a bad night.”“I’m sorry.”“It’s okay,” I said, knowing it wasn’t okay.She went up on her toes and gave me a quick kiss. “I should probably go. You’ve got some stuff to handle.”“I’m sorry,” I said again. “I really am.”“It’s okay, I’ll go.”“It’s probably for the best,” I admitted. “I need to talk to him. I guess this is my fault. I should have told him. This kind of compounded things.”She nodded. “It’s really okay. I get it. Take your time. Give me a call later if you can. If not, don’t worry about it.”“Thank you. I’ll walk you out.”I walked her outside, standing barefooted on the front stoop and watching her leave. Then I walked back in the house, knowing I was about to have a very bad day. I couldn’t envision any scenario where Olin would come downstairs and tell me everything was great.I remi
LeilaI had gotten a rather vague text from Christopher last night and nothing more. I felt horrible for crashing into the kitchen and interrupting the father-son thing. I should have stayed put. I had woken up and found Christopher missing from bed. I assumed he was in the kitchen making coffee like he had before. I had gotten up and headed downstairs.I walked right into the middle of something between Christopher and his son. I had sensed it the moment it happened, but I was too late. There was no turning back. The kid had seen me, and he was not happy about it.I walked into my office, dropping my briefcase on the desk and taking my seat. I looked at the picture on the wall and smiled. I would always remember the students in that class. Not because they had impressed me, but because Christopher had. I had looked at the picture about a million times. They had used a selfie-stick and taken the picture in the classroom. It was goofy. Half of them were looking at the wall or each othe
LeilaChristopher studied my face for a long time. I was already thinking about how I would apologize for sticking my big nose into his business. I had no experience in families or death or anything. I licked my lips, feeling very nervous.“Wow,” he finally said.I really felt like an ass. I had overstepped. I had made him speechless, and it wasn’t in a good way. “I’m sorry,” I gushed. “I shouldn’t have opened my big mouth. One psychology class does not make me an expert.”“No, no. You’re amazing.”“I am?” I squeaked.He nodded, getting to his feet. “You are.” He stepped close to me, his hands resting on my hips.“Not that I’m begging for compliments, but why do you say that?”“Because you very accurately said exactly what I’ve been feeling. This past year has been a mess. It’s just like you said. My life in general is still there, but it’s jumbled. It’s like nothing fits right. Nothing feels right. I think Olin is feeling the same way. We have our health and each other and all our th
ChristopherAfter my last class for the day, I headed to the coffee shop to grab myself a quick pick-me-up before heading home to do some homework. I liked having homework. I liked having something to do. Olin still wasn’t talking to me, which had kept me up most of the night. It had been a tense morning with him not talking to me but making sure I knew he was there with the constant slamming of doors and banging around.“Christopher,” I heard my name. Leila was waving to me from a bench, a coffee in her other hand.I grabbed my coffee and sat down on the bench beside her. “Hi,” I greeted.“He saw!” she blurted out.“What?”“The dean. He saw the hug.”I nodded. “I know.”“He saw me hugging you and now he wants to see me in his office!”I wanted to be sympathetic and I did understand her plight, but my emotions were already taxed. “Leila, it was a hug, not a handjob. We were fully clothed. I didn’t have my tongue down your throat or my hand down your pants.”Her mouth dropped open. “Yo
Christopher“Why? You’re not acting very respectful.”“How so? Tell me exactly what it is I’ve done to make you so angry?”He rolled his eyes. “Did you forget I caught a woman in your bed?”I held up a finger. “No, you didn’t catch a woman in my bed. She was fully dressed and met you in the kitchen. Secondly, I’m an adult.”“And that gives you the right to bring home strange women? Please, let me know if that’s how we roll now because there’s a chick at school that is into me. If we are having sleepovers, I’ll invite her.”“She’s not a strange woman. It was one woman. One woman I happen to respect and like being around. You can be pissed at me, but I won’t let you be disrespectful to her. She’s done nothing to you.”He glowered at me. “I can’t believe you brought a woman home—to your bed.”“Olin, you are the one that told me I needed to start dating. I do it and now you’re mad at me for doing it?”He shook his head. “I didn’t think you’d bring them home! This is our house! This is whe