Seducing the Professor by Sabel Simmons Page A

boring!  Sexually old fashioned!  We only had sex six months after we became engaged.  He never even took my nipples in his mouth!  I never once had a climax with him!”
    “He really is a stupid man.  Did you sleep with him?”
    She gaped at him.  “I had sex with him.”
    “Did you sleep with him?’
    “I had sex with him and you are more concerned on whether I ever slept with him?”
    “Sleeping with someone is a lot more intimate and personal than just having sex.  If he was so boring, why did it take you two years to break it off?”
    She rubbed her forehead.  “My Mom is extremely old fashioned.  It was ingrained into me that a woman only give herself to the man she is going to marry.  I honored my parent’s beliefs and had every intention of marrying him, even though he did not satisfy me.  My mother was shattered when I broke it off.  I brought disgrace to the family name.  I just realized one day that I could not live the rest of my life needing and craving something more.   I knew I would not find it with him.”
    “You still did not tell me if you slept with him.”
    She looked at him.  “No, Paul.  I never slept with him.”
    “Good … I would not have liked it if you had.”
    “But you’re fine with me having had sex with him.”
    “Baby, whatever you had with him, it was not sex and as far as I am concerned, after what you just told me … you were as good as a virgin when I made you mine!”
    She blushed at his bluntness and the possessiveness that was thick in his voice.
    “Now … come over here and sit on my lap.  You are too far away over there.”
    She walked around the patio table and lowered onto his lap.  She leaned back against him and his arms wrapped around her to fold over her belly.  She straightened her legs on top of his and held onto his arms.
    “Thank you.”
    “For what?”
    “Coming to visit.   When are you going back?”
    “When will you be done?”
    “We are doing the final tests on Monday, so probably Wednesday at the latest.”
    “Then I will be going home on Wednesday.”
    She twisted her head to look at him.
    “Really?”
    “Yes, my love, really.”
    “ Sooo … how many women have you slept with?”
    “One?”
    “Oh?  And who is she?”  Her voice hardened and he smiled.
    “I am holding her in my arms.”
    She searched his eyes and he chuckled.
    “Angel, I am thirty four years old and do not deny having sex with women, but that is it.  I never spent a whole night with any of them and always slept in my own bed.”
    “Kiss me.”
    He did not need a second invitation and his lips closed over hers to draw on her lips so sweetly and so tenderly her heart missed a beat.
    Sunday they spent relaxing and swimming in the sea. They talked and really got to know each other well.  They made love as if they would never let each other go and Paul held her in his arms every night.
    Tuesday afternoon whilst Alexandra was at the Centre finalizing the tests, Paul received a phone call from Samuel and he cursed.
    “How bad is it?”
    “It is still burning.  The fire department is trying to build a fire wall a bit further down the hill.  If they can do it in time, it should burn out there.  We lost two thousand hectares of pastures.  Also …”
    “Also what?”
    “Those new Stallions you bought last month were trapped.”
    Paul closed his eyes, pain shooting through his heart at the loss of those magnificent animals.
    “Did any of them manage to escape?”
    “Of the eight, five yes, but three of them are very badly burnt.  Brett does not have a lot of hope for them.”
    “I’m leaving in a half hour.  Hold the fort, Samuel.”
    He ran upstairs and packed his clothes, his jaw rigid.  He did not ask whether it was sabotage, he knew it was.  He had to find who was behind this.  Apart from financial losses, the cruelty to the animals was tearing him apart.
    He dialed Alexandra’s number and waited impatiently for her to answer.  When the