Driven Snow by Tara Lain Read Free Book Online Page B

usually enjoyed. A rumble vibrated the window glass. Yeah, just the way he felt. Why couldn’t he get over the terrible fear? He’d always trusted Professor Kingsley, respected his judgment. Why not now?
    He dropped his head in his hands as a flash burst across the sky and vibrated—in his pocket.
    Wait, that was his phone. He grabbed for it, glanced, gasped, and clicked all in one move. “Uh, hi.”
    “Hi, Snow.” The smile in Riley’s voice warmed the phone.
    “Hi.”
    He chuckled. “You told me to call, remember?”
    “Oh yes.” He’d said text, but this was better.
    “I’m so sorry we got interrupted. When can we get together again?”
    Just tell him no. Say no. “Uh, tomorrow?”
    “Great. Perfect. I worked on some more formulas, and I think I got them right. I’m really excited for you to see them.”
    “Oh. Sure. Me too.”
    “How about I come to your place this time?”
    “My place?” He swallowed hard.
    “Yeah, you said you have an apartment. That way you don’t have to get all the way over to my house.”
    Snow glanced around frantically. “I guess so—”
    “I don’t mean to impose. I just thought, you know, if I come to your place, maybe that way we wouldn’t be interrupted again.”
    A soft stream of breath rushed out of Snow’s mouth. “Oh yes, that would be good.”
    “Great. Text me the address, okay?”
    “Okay.”
    “What if I bring some food and we eat while we study? I mean, I know how much I’m putting you out, and at least you wouldn’t miss dinner.”
    “That, uh, that would be good too.”
    “Great. See you tomorrow.”
    “See you.” He hung up and texted the address before his hands started shaking so hard he couldn’t find the keys. He looked again at the vast open space that was his apartment. Where could he buy furniture and dishes in one day?
     
     
    ANITRA SET the green apple martini next to Harold’s seat in his most comfortable recliner. The chair was as old and worn as the man. “Enjoy, darling.”
    He picked it up and sipped between his smiling lips. “Ah. You’re so good to me. I’ve been looking forward to our time together all day.”
    “We could have had so much more time.” She oozed onto his lap.
    He took one more sip and set down the glass, then wrapped his arms around her. “We both have our responsibilities. Let’s not discuss it.”
    “Of course, dear.” She kissed his cheek and wriggled her butt against his lap. Bingo. His erection poked up between her legs. She suppressed a shudder. His arms tightened, and he pressed the bulge harder against her thighs. She wriggled a little more, then slid off his lap to the footstool. He sighed, and she smiled. Suffer. She handed him his glass.
    He sipped. “Aren’t you having one?”
    “Yes, mine’s over there.” She pointed to the end table opposite.
    He held out his glass. “Here. I can share.”
    “Oh no.” She stood quickly and crossed to her own drink. “You’ve had a hard day and earned every mouthful.” She sat and sipped her own drink. “I need to go soon. Early day tomorrow.”
    “I suppose you must. I’m pretty tired too.”
    “I’m sure.” She glanced up. “Between teaching, coaching, and all your administrative duties, I don’t know how you do it.” His eyes drifted closed, and she smiled. “I’d best go, dear. See you tomorrow.”
    She let herself out and drove to her place in record time. To hell with the campus cops. She pulled up into her garage, rushed in the back door, and walked straight to the living room, where she could hear the TV.
    Hunter sat facing her in the easy chair, his huge cock erect in his lap, the sounds of porn playing on the TV across from him. With a curve of his lips and a long stroke of his dick, he welcomed her. “Hi, baby. Just keeping it warm for you.”
     
     
    SNOW POINTED toward the wide back wall of the bedroom. “Put it there, please.”
    The two burly deliverymen hauled a bedframe in, then went back for the mattress. Snow