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Daxon looked ready to elaborate before he flashed me an apologetic look and shook his head instead. “Nothing. You’d let me know if something was wrong. Right?”
“Save that shit for your patients,” I told him, then grinned. “I’m fine. Just a lot to do this semester with class and all. If only I would’ve switched majors in school, I might’ve ended up with a cushy job like yours. I could then charge two hundred dollars an hour to sit on my ass and listen to people ramble on about their lives.”
“I do more than that, Callum.”
“Possibly. Like I said, I’m out, so just let the others know, please.”
“Absolutely,” he said, then I turned around and left.
Once out in the lobby, I headed straight for the elevators. On the way, I saw what looked like another of my students waiting for it, too. “Travis?”
He turned around as the doors opened. “Hey, Professor. Going up?”
There was only one way to go, but I didn’t point that out. I simply nodded, then stepped inside. I watched as he pressed the key for the sixth floor, and I casually reached over and hit the one for the fourth. A few others joined us so there was no need to carry on a conversation with my student, or to experience any tension. The car shot upward and soon it reached my floor. I slipped past the others and stepped out into the hallway. No one else was getting off on this floor and the doors quickly closed.
I headed to my room and when outside, I could already picture Nicole lying across the bed, hopefully naked. Maybe she would’ve even touched herself as she waited. I was grinning at the images flashing through my head, but when I opened the door, she was fully dressed and standing in front of the floor to ceiling window. I saw her flinch, but otherwise, she didn’t even acknowledge me.
“I got up here as quickly as I could,” I told her as I made my way inside. I saw her jacket lying over the chair, so I removed my bow tie and jacket before laying them beside it. Next, I kicked off my shoes, then started toward her. She still hadn’t turned or said anything, so I closed the rest of the distance between us. I brushed her hair off to one shoulder, then kissed my way up her bare neck to her ear. “You look so beautiful tonight.”
My lips brushed up and down her throat and even though she was silent, I could feel the slight trembling of her body and knew she felt what I did. Nicole was aroused, although she was also upset about something, and I could only think of one thing that it could be. “You saw me with her.”
Nicole tensed up immediately. “I did.”
Well, this would explain the weird tension in the room. “She means nothing to me, Nicole. Harper’s my best friend’s girlfriend.”
She tried to pull away from me, but I wrapped one arm around her, essentially imprisoning her in my grasp. “That means nothing. I know how Titans operate. If you haven’t forgotten, my uncle alone has slept his way across the —”
“Gabriel would kill anyone that dared to touch Harper. She asked me to dance with her because she needed something from me. That’s all.”
“I bet she did,” came the response, and I let out a harsh exhale.
“This is her first Christmas with Gabriel since they’ve reunited, and she wanted to know what she should get him as a gift. If you’d stuck around, you would’ve seen her dancing with Noah, Romeo, and Daxon right after me as she polled them about the same thing.”
“I want to believe you, but—”
I leaned in and nipped at her ear. “You know I have eyes for no one but you, Nicole. When we’re not together, all I do is think about the ways I want to make you come, and when we’re together...”
“When we’re together?” she whispered in question.
My hand drifted to her breast and I cupped it roughly. “When we’re together, I try to touch, kiss, and fuck you as often as I can so I have something to remember you by when we’re apart. It’s torture not being able to be with you in the traditional sense.”
A slight moan escaped her lips when I dragged my teeth down her neck. Nicole tilted her head as one of her hands came up over her head. She wrapped it around my neck to anchor herself to me, and I stopped talking. I didn’t want to tell her how she made me feel when I could show her much better.
I laved the throbbing pulse in her neck before suddenly attacking it with my teeth. She cried out, and I used my other hand to lower the front of her dress. I was now able to squeeze both breasts, and because she hadn’t worn a bra, there was nothing between her bare flesh and my palms. I used my thumbs to flick her nipples, then felt them harden on contact.
I continued to bite at her neck and shoulder, drawing small gasps from her, before spinning her around in my arms. I pinned her against the window seconds before my mouth came down on hers. She wasn’t her usual self, but I was up for the challenge of getting her back to it. Nicole was jealous of Harper and for no reason. The girl was Gabriel’s soulmate and had always been. The two had been through hell and back together, and none of us would ever do anything to come between them.
“I’ve never once wanted her, or really anyone else,” I told Nicole after pulling away enough to place chaste kisses against her lips. “No one makes me feel the way you do. I can’t even think straight when you’re around. All I want to do is touch you... kiss you... hold you and not let go...”
I was talking between light kisses, and when she drew my head closer to hers, I slammed my mouth over hers. Nicole was clinging to me now as if I was the very lifeline she was for me. My tongue thrust into her mouth, and after a small amount of coaxing, she surrendered so beautifully. I reached between her back and the glass, then slowly dragged the zipper down. I gave her dress a rough tug, and it slid down her body and pooled at her feet.
I ran my hands through her hair and twisted a large swath around my wrist and pulled, holding her in place as I ate at her lips and tongue. I used my other hand to roll her hardened nipples between my fingers. The mewling sounds escaping from her lips let me know how much she was enjoying this.
Just like mine, her hands were not idle, either. She quickly began to undo the buttons on my shirt until she grew frustrated. I didn’t even care when she pulled the material apart and sent the rounded pieces of plastic scattering onto the floor. I helped her by shrugging out of the torn shirt, then groaning against her lips when she ran her nails up my chest.
“I love feeling your hands on me, Nicole.”
“I love feeling yours on me, too,” she admitted, then tilted her head to the side as I peppered kisses down her nape and along her collarbone. I went lower, my mouth finding her nipple and latching onto it. “Callum,” she cried out when I clamped down with my teeth.
