Dirty Professor by Paige North

lounge around and have sex in every stunning room. "I just wish we could go out to eat or something, you know?" I want to add, like a real couple, but I don’t dare. Chase had never made promises to me like that, has never said anything about us being a couple, and as long as I don’t bring it up, I won’t have to hear him refute it.
    I thought Chase would chide me, and remind me how risky that is, and that we just can't. But he gets this wistful look on his face and finally says, "Me too."
    "Can we?" I ask. "I mean, maybe go out of town? It would be fun."
    "Where would you want to go? Portland?"
    "My family's in Portland," I mumble. It's a reflex, but Chase gives me a withering smile. "I mean, I know Portland is big enough that we probably wouldn't run into them. But a lot of people who go to the good restaurants know my parents."
    "Good restaurants?" Chase laughs. "I was thinking maybe a burger."
    "That would be amazing," I say, nestling into the crook of his arm. "I could go for a burger right about now."
    "What about that place in Bridgewater?” he says, naming the next town over. “Duke’s?”
    I think for a second. "You mean Drake's?" Drake's Burgers is owned by two disgruntled guys who flunked out of Noland. It's pretty much the only place in a fifty-mile radius that doesn't have rah-rah Noland Nighthawks and the college colors, dark green and blue, as a major part of their decor. In fact, there's a Noland N on the wall with a red cross-out symbol over it. "I forgot about that place."
    Chase is looking it up his phone. "It's a decent ways out of town. We might just be okay."
    He places his phone back on the nightstand and rolls back over on top of me, grabbing my arms and pinning them over my head.
    His tongue slides down my neck and across my collarbone, his teeth nibbling at the sensitive flesh.
    “Ahh,” I say. “That feels good.”
    “How good?”
    “So good.” I arch my back instinctually as my body responds to his, but I don’t want to get distracted. We’re supposed to be going out, and I’m not going to let anything jeopardize that. “But we’re supposed to be leaving.”
    “One more fuck,” he says, flipping me over and sliding into me from behind. He grabs my arms and holds my wrists behind me, slaps my sore ass and plunges into my pussy. “I’ll be fast.”
    He does as promised, fucking me hard and deep, until we both come again.
    When we’re left spent and panting, he rolls over and kisses me softly.
    We shower together, get dressed, and then take off for Bridgewater.
    I want to squeal with glee riding in Chase's Range Rover. This is the first time we've ridden in a car together, and it feels incredible. Chase puts his hand on my knee, and the little town slips by out the window, and it feels so natural, like we're a real couple. When we pull up to Drake's Burgers, Chase jumps out and comes around to my side to open my door.
    The burgers are mouth-watering, and looking around the place from our booth in the corner, I can't help the frustrated feeling that shoots through my happiness at being out with Chase. I know this is an anomaly. I hate that this has to be a treat, just stepping outside of the house together.
    “What’s wrong?” Chase asks, looking at me with concern.
    “Nothing.” I shake my head.
    He sets his burger down and looks at me across the table. “Addison.”
    I muster up my courage and decide to be honest. “I just.. I just love being here with you.”
    “I love being here with you, too.” He reaches across the table and takes my hand. His hand is warm and comforting, and it lulls me into a false sense of security.
    “But I can’t fully enjoy myself, because I know it’s not… I know I want…”
    His handsome features cloud with disappointment, and he pulls his hand from mine. “Addison. I thought I was very clear with you from the beginning about what this was.”
    “You were,” I say, fighting back the tears that are threatening to spill down my