Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 130286 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 651(@200wpm)___ 521(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130286 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 651(@200wpm)___ 521(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
rhythm in a way that allowed her to let go, not think, and simply feel.
The press of his fingers to her throat warned her that he was ready to come. Going up on his toes, he
groaned and dragged her head back, withdrawing his flesh from her lips.
Shoulders tight with her fingers laced behind her spine, she watched as he tugged at his length in
quick jerks. Ribbons of hot, white cum splashed onto her breasts and chest, marking her.
His shoulders expanded with each breath. His hand reached out and she unlaced her fingers, placing
her palm in his as he carefully hoisted her off the floor. He took several minutes kissing and bathing
her. When he toweled her off, her skin was buffed to a glowing pink.
His lips found hers and lingered there for several minutes. When he pulled away, he said, “I need to
go to the office in a bit. I’ll be back soon. I’ve left Jason a message asking him to meet you here.”
Her brow tightened. “You called Jason?”
“Yes.”
She understood she was supposed to hand over some authority to him over the next thirty days, but
this was not what they discussed. “But he’s my instructor.”
“I’ve arranged for you to use a boardroom on the ninth floor for your lessons. There’s a Smart
Board and other items that may help. Welcome to school, Evelyn. Today you’ll be visiting your first
classroom.”
She stilled, processing what he’d said. A classroom. Not her rinky-dink table that barely had a large
enough surface for two books. Perhaps this was what he’d meant by making things easier for her. He
hadn’t done anything but provide a space for them to work more efficiently, a space that likely would
have been vacant on a day like today.
While most people might dread the idea of passing endless hours in a classroom, it was a novel
experience for her, and she looked forward to it. Many times over the past week she and Jason had
struggled to make room at her tiny table. Between the books, worksheets, and other notes there was a
lot to manage. A larger table and classroom would be ideal.
“Thank you. That’ll probably make things a lot easier.”
He smiled and kissed her nose. “The room is yours as long as you need it. I’ve ordered the
concierge to mark it as occupied until otherwise instructed. Feel free to hang things on the walls and
leave your books there so you don’t have to lug more than you need back and forth. Your clothes are
laid out on the bed.”
She flinched at the sudden change of subject. Glancing to the unmade bed, she saw denim and
cotton folded neatly beneath a wisp of black lace. “You’re picking out my clothes now?”
“You never wear shorts. I wanted to see you in them.”
She thought for a moment, supposing she never wore shorts because they were impractical. Skin
was the body’s best defense against outside objects. Long jeans were a precautionary form of armor.
More than once she’d cut her knee slipping under a chain link fence.
He didn’t wait for her acquiescence. When he disappeared into the walk-in closet, she stepped over
to the bed. The shorts were khaki and the shirt was a soft pink button-down with capped sleeves. There
was also a white tank top to go underneath, no doubt to cover up the black demi bra he’d selected.
Matching panties rested in a tiny drape of fabric.
Slipping out of her towel, she made quick work of dressing. Peeking out beneath the dust ruffle
were two small sandals. She scooped them up and examined them. Flip-flops. Another type of clothing
she never attempted for sensible reasons.
“Here, it may be chilly later and the boardrooms maintain a lower temperature because of the
electrical equipment.” He stepped out of the closet, holding a white cardigan, and stilled. “You look
lovely dressed like that.”
His gaze traveled down her legs and her cheeks warmed. “Where are all these clothes coming
from?”
“The girls at the stores we visited in the fall have a record of your sizes. I told them you were in
need of a summer wardrobe.”
It seemed her Lucian had truly returned, making snap decisions at the speed of light. “When did you
contact them?”
“Last week when I noticed your sneakers were getting a bit worn. There are several new pairs in the
closet.”
His fingers deftly flipped the navy silk of his tie and knotted the loop, cinching it tight at the collar.
He slipped into his jacket and kissed her again. “I’ll make an appointment for your torture session
downstairs and have them call up with the time. They’ll fit you in before Jason gets here.”
“Lucian, I have to go home.”
He turned and frowned. “Why?”
“Because I don’t live here.”
He stepped close and smiled. “What would you do at home until your lesson?”
She frowned. Nothing. She had everything she needed here: clothes, her books, her phone. She
didn’t even leave a dish in her sink. There was no reason for her to leave.