Page 139 of Their Naughty Student (Office Intrigue Duet 6)
Me: I am. Just watching TV.
Cav: Your friends still there?
Me: Yeah. They’re asleep in the living room.
Cav: Are they sound sleepers?
Me: A tornado could roll through and they wouldn’t wake up.
Cav: Good. I’ll be there in three minutes. Let me in.
My belly flipped, butterflies erupting into chaos.
I shot off my bed, ran to the bathroom, and checked my appearance. I’d long ago washed off my makeup and pulled my hair up, but I looked decent. Not like I was going to lather makeup on at this time of night.
I was at the door, watching through the security hole when Cav approached. As quietly as I could, I opened the door, then closed and locked it behind him.
Enjoying the fact that my friends had no idea he was there, I took his hand and led him into my bedroom. The instant the door was closed and locked, Cav had me pinned up against it, his mouth on mine.
“I missed you,” he mumbled against my lips.
I giggled. “It’s only been twenty-four hours.”
He grinned. “Is that all?”
“It felt like an eternity,” I admitted, giggling as his warm hands slid beneath my T-shirt, grazing my stomach, my ribs, then pausing on my breasts.
I moaned softly, urging him to continue.
“You’ve got on too many clothes,” I told him, unable to keep my hands to myself.
It was a rush to feel like this. So much passion and desire coursing through my veins. Until Edge and Cav, I’d never known anything like it, and I prayed this feeling never went away.
I managed to rid him of his shirt in the time it took him to strip me naked. He was still wearing his jeans as he tumbled me onto the bed, our lips locked in a passionate kiss that drove me wild. It didn’t take long before the denim disappeared and we were moving as one, rocking together. He filled me so perfectly, his body covering mine as he drove in deep.
Cav’s head lifted when I moaned. His smile was so brilliant, it hit me right in the chest. I loved this man. Loved him so much. It was wonderful to acknowledge that and to know that he felt the same about me. More importantly, I loved that we could be together like this. Although Edge was still there in my mind, I could spend time with Cav without worrying about how I felt for Edge. This was an interesting dynamic, one I’d never considered a possibility. To be able to love two men equally.
“Stay with me, cupcake,” he murmured against my mouth. “Feel me inside you.”
Oh, I felt him. Hot and thick, thrusting deep as I soared higher and higher. “I’m right here. Always.”
His eyes fluttered closed as he impaled me again and again. It was sweet, with an edge of aggression that I’d come to expect. As though he couldn’t help himself. I knew the feeling. I wanted him with a passion that shocked me.
“Jamie … baby … Christ, you feel good.”
I held on to him, burying my face in his neck as he drove into me over and over. The instant I felt my orgasm ignite, I nipped his shoulder, dug my nails into his back in an effort to hold back the cry of release.
Cav shifted, covered my mouth with his as we swallowed each other’s moans, coming together in what I’d come to know as sheer perfection.
CAV
AS I LAY IN THE DARK, JAMIE curled up beside me, I stared up at the ceiling.
For the first time in a long time, I wanted to talk to my mother, to tell her the good news. How I’d fallen in love, settled down in one place, and what I imagined for my future.
But I couldn’t call her. Couldn’t tell her any of those things because my mother had disowned me a long time ago. She had written me off back when my father had left, along with everyone else in her life. She’d become bitter, angry at the world, and no matter how hard I’d tried, I couldn’t get through to her.
For the longest time, I had expected her to call, to check on me, ask about my life. That call had never come.
“Cav?”
I turned my head, kissed Jamie on the forehead. “Go back to sleep, cupcake. I’m right here.”
Her hand moved over my stomach, her fingertips grazing the scar from the bullet wound I tried hard to forget.
“How’d you get the scars?”
I didn’t answer immediately. The answer was a story I didn’t enjoy thinking about, much less telling.
Jamie’s lips grazed my shoulder and I sighed. “I was shot.”
She lifted her head, stared down at me. I could just make out her features from the light cast by the alarm clock.
“Shot?”
“In the line of duty,” I explained. “After I graduated college, I was adrift, not sure what I wanted to do. Having gone back to Houston for a while, I met up with a couple of my old friends. One mentioned he was joining the police academy, suggested I do it.
