“We’re getting your stuff,” I say, thrusting hard. She moans and scratches me down my back.
“Yes,” she breathes and closes her eyes.
“And you’re not ever sleeping away from me again.” A growl rumbles low in my chest as I squeeze her ass and pump into her. “You’re mine, Gia, and nothing is coming between us.”
“I’m yours, Marco.”
I rub my thumb against her clit and she cries out as she thrusts her hips down on my cock. I keep rubbing it, thrusting, until I feel her pussy squeeze me. Her legs tense and she calls my name, her body rocking with her release.
I hold myself deep inside her as my cock swells and I cum. It’s hot and fast, but that’s how it is with us. We’re a fire that can’t be put out and I don’t want it any other way.
I brush my lips against hers and kiss her softly. “One more time. Then we can go,” I say and she smiles at me.
“I think I can handle that.”
Chapter Seven
Gia
I pick up my math exam and take it to the front of the room. I follow behind the rest of the students as I put my test on the desk. I have no idea how I did on it and sadly I can’t bring myself to care. These past two weeks have been wonderfully terrible.
I’ve pretty much moved into Marco’s place and all I have left to do is hand my keys over to the building manager. Marco was crafty and had the place emptied while we were at lunch one afternoon. When the man wants something done, he goes for it. I don’t think he knows how passionate he really is, but I do and I love him for it.
“Miss Fisher.” I look up at Professor Wilson. “A word please.” He winks and I wonder if he’s got something in his eye. Why else would he be winking at me? I hear a girl next to me whisper that I’m lucky, but why would it be lucky to get asked to stay after class?
“Sure,” I say, stepping aside to let everyone go by me.
I shoot Marco a text letting him know I’ll be a minute longer before sliding my phone back into my bag. It’s not a small class, but none of the basic classes are. This geometry class has over eighty students, but math has always been easy for me. I didn’t study for the test like I normally do, but this time my mind was somewhere else.
If you would have told me a few months ago I would be cool with skating by in class I would have called you a liar. I put my all into everything I do, even if I’m not sure why I’m doing it. College is a perfect example of that. I know I’m supposed to be here, I’m just not sure what I want to do with a degree. I guess I need to finally pick a major, but it’s too bad they don’t offer a class on making babies. I smirk to myself, knowing I already take that class nightly. Although who am I kidding, I take it all day. Marco and I can’t get enough of each other.
“Gia.” I jerk when the professor calls my name and my cheeks heat. Thankfully he doesn’t know what I was thinking about.
He smiles and steps closer to me and my stomach drops. I’ve heard a few girls mention Professor Wilson sleeps with his students. I brushed it off thinking it was just gossip because Professor Wilson isn’t bad on the eyes. What if he thinks I was blushing because of him? He’s going to ask me out or something, I can feel it. The energy shifts in the room as the last student exits, leaving me alone with him.
I fidget with my engagement ring that’s been on my finger since last Sunday when Marco asked me in front of my whole family. Well, my whole family minus my brother Jason who has missed the last two family dinners. My dad gave Marco his blessing before he asked me to marry him in front of everyone. It’s still hard that Jason isn’t fully on board, but my family wants me to be happy and I guess we all hope with time Jason will come around. Still it’s putting a damper on everything for me.
“Professor Wilson,” I say, waiting for him to tell me what he wants.
He’s acting like I’m the one who asked to speak to him as he stands there in silence. I’m a little surprised he even knew my name with the number of students he has in this class.
He moves closer and I freeze when he reaches out to touch me. His hand moves towards my face and I know I should step back, but I panic. Normally I would smack his hand, but him being my teacher renders me motionless. Not to mention no one ever tries to touch me.