The Professor Next Door (Cider Bar Sisters Book 3) Read online

  “You’re not going?” Sierra asked.

  “Nah,” Nicole said. “My grandmother calling Jason Momoa ‘hunky’ on TikTok has kind of ruined my interest.”

  Charlotte looked suspicious but remained silent.

  Nicole ate more cheese and drank her delicious drink. She’d been worried this place would be all about the aesthetic and the food would be disappointing, but it was very good. Or maybe some of this stuff was special at Colton’s request, because he was Colton fucking Sanders.

  Just then, the man who’d held the door open for her walked by, and she was about to tilt her head and wink at him, then decided she wasn’t in the mood.

  Flirting was just so much effort.

  She’d thought she might take a guy home, and David would listen from the other side of the wall. Then tomorrow, she’d go to him.

  But she was starting to like the idea of just having sex with David tonight.

  She sent him a text. Any plans for the evening?

  Then she slipped her phone into her purse and helped herself to another chocolate mousse. More than five had been brought to the table, so she didn’t feel guilty.

  “You okay?” Amy asked her. “You’re a little quiet.”

  Nicole shook her head. “I’m fine.”

  “There are lots of hot guys here, aren’t there?” Amy waggled her eyebrows.

  “Hey, you’re a married woman.”

  “Not for me. For you, of course!”

  “We’ll see.”

  “Or for you.” Amy turned to Rose.

  Rose giggled. “You want me to go home with a guy?”

  “No, you’ve had too much to drink. But you could get his number.”

  Rose found this hilarious. Nicole wasn’t sure if this was because Rose was drunk, or because she found the idea of a guy being interested in her ridiculous. The latter made Nicole sad, especially since she knew Rose wanted marriage and happily ever after, and she wanted her friend to have it.

  Nicole finished her martini and asked the server for another one, just as her phone vibrated in her purse.

  She smiled. “I’ll be back,” she said to her friends. “I’m going to the washroom.”

  She walked away before anyone could offer to go with her.

  I’m at home watching Netflix, David’s text read.

  I’m out at a fancy lounge with some friends, Nicole replied.

  Having a good time?

  She pushed open the door to the washroom, then started typing.

  Wearing a sexy new red dress. Thought of you when I bought it today. I bet you’d like it.

  Somehow, the image of David at home, stretched out on his couch, reading her text... God, why did that turn her on so much?

  It was partly the contrast that was doing it for her. He was normally calm and sweet and mild-mannered, yet he’d fucked her so hard with her toys. There was something particularly delicious about knowing he could be like that. And it had only been their first time together.

  Dammit. There were other men here, and all she could do was anxiously wait for his text.

  Show me a picture? he said.

  She re-applied her lipstick, then snapped a picture of herself in the mirror. She sent it to him. You wanna fuck me?

  His answer was almost immediate. How could I not?

  She squeezed her thighs together.

  She wondered if David had ever done much sexting. If he was blushing in his living room right now. She kind of wanted to push and see what he would send her, but decided against it.

  Can I come over when I get home? In two hours? I don’t want to wait until tomorrow.

  “You okay? What are you doing in here?”

  “Ahhh!” Nicole shrieked.

  Charlotte frowned. “You don’t usually startle so easily. I just came to check up on you. You’ve been gone a while, and you weren’t flirting with the guy who looks like Jason Momoa. You sure everything’s okay?”

  Nicole tried to get control of herself. “Just arranging a booty call.”

  Why did she sound guilty? There was no reason to sound guilty. She never felt guilty about enjoying sex.

  Charlotte regarded her suspiciously. “Do you like someone, Nicole? Is it David?”

  “I just enjoy having sex with him, that’s all. He gave me a record number of orgasms last Sunday.”

  “So you are sleeping with him now.”

  Nicole’s phone vibrated.

  Sounds good, his message read. Now here’s a little something to get you excited.

  OMG, was he going to send her a picture of his dick? She didn’t actually know what his dick looked like; she only knew how it felt inside her.

  But surely David wouldn’t send her a dick pic?

  The photo came through a few seconds later.

  It was simply a picture of his glasses resting on a table, and she laughed.

  Charlotte grabbed the phone. “He sent you a picture of his glasses?”

  Nicole shrugged. “I told him that I like how he looks in glasses.”

  “Can’t wait to show this to everyone.”

  “No! It’ll make them think I have a crush on him, and it’s not like that, I promise.”

  “You owe me for my silence,” Charlotte muttered. “A hundred bucks.”

  “Is blackmail your new hobby?”

  “Just kidding. I’ll keep my mouth shut. For now.”

  They returned to the rest of their friends. Nicole’s drink was waiting for her, and she took a healthy swallow.

  “Colton still isn’t here?” she asked, trying to sound casual, like she wasn’t thinking of what awaited her at home.

  Sierra sighed. “Let me text him again.”

  Fifteen minutes later, Colton still hadn’t appeared, but a plate of oysters was placed on their table. Nicole couldn’t help wishing that she could sexily eat oysters in front of David.

  Stop thinking about him! You’ll see him soon.

  “Oysters!” Amy said. “You know, I only tried them for the first time last year. I bet these are more expensive, though.” She ate one. “Oh, yes, they’re very good, not that I’m a connoisseur or anything.”

  Nicole helped herself to an oyster.

  And then she finally saw him.

  Colton Sanders—she recognized him from the news—smoothly walked toward them, a charming smile on his face. His gaze was on Sierra, but then it flitted over to Nicole, and there was something about the way he looked at her...

  No, Nicole must be imagining it.

  Colton was now back to looking at Sierra as though she was the center of his universe.

  Yet there was something about the man that seemed a little artificial.

  “Hello, ladies,” he said. “Enjoying yourselves?”

  Rose tittered. “Yes!”

  “The food is excellent,” Nicole said. “I’m glad you could finally grace us with your presence.” She tried not to sound snarky and thought she succeeded.

  “Yes, well,” he said. “Duty calls sometimes, but now I’m yours for the rest of the night.”

  And with that, a bottle of champagne appeared at their table.

  Colton picked Sierra up from her chair, sat down, and settled her in his lap as the server poured champagne for each of them.

  Nicole enjoyed good food and drink, and it was fun to see her friends, but dammit, she kept thinking of that photo of David’s glasses. She wished she could take some of this delicious food home to him.

  Well, why not?

  When the server came around, she asked for a chocolate mousse to go and told him to put it on a separate bill. If it was a little expensive, that was fine. She hadn’t paid for anything else, and it wasn’t like it would be as expensive as gold leaf cheese or civet coffee.

  She sipped her champagne and thought about what she’d do with David tonight.

  She would not let him have all the control.

  In fact...

  She grinned as she thought of a certain item in the bottom drawer of her nigh
t table. Something David hadn’t found last weekend. Amy had discovered a box of these in her great aunt’s house, and Nicole had been happy to take a few.

  “What are you smiling at, Nicole?” Sierra asked.

  “Oh, just thinking about the man I’ve got waiting for me.” Hopefully her friends wouldn’t think this was anything more than a booty call.

  Because it wasn’t anything more, even if Charlotte seemed doubtful.

  Nicole said her goodbyes and hugged her friends.

  “Nice to meet you, Colton,” she said.

  “You, too, Nicole.” He held her hand for just a second too long.

  But she didn’t give that too much thought.

  She was going to get laid.

  Chapter 14

  David turned off the television. Nicole had texted him twenty minutes ago to say she was coming home now, so he didn’t have time to watch another episode. Instead, he put on his glasses and picked up the book he was reading, but he couldn’t concentrate.

  They’d originally made plans for tomorrow, and he’d spent today wondering if he would hear her having sex with someone else tonight. The idea turned him on yet made him uncomfortable at the same time.

  And then she’d started texting him.

  Speaking of...

  His phone buzzed.

  Come on over, she said.

  When he knocked on her door, she immediately opened it and gave him a saucy smile. He slipped off his shoes—perhaps it was stupid to wear shoes to go right next door, but he’d done it anyway—and drank her in.

  She was wearing the red dress she’d sent him a picture of earlier, and it was breathtaking.

  “Like what you see?” Her tone suggested she knew exactly how much he liked it.

  But could she really know just how much? It seemed impossible.

  Before he knew what was happening, she’d pushed him against the wall and stuck her tongue down his throat. He was happy to surrender as she rolled her body against his. Like some kind of fantasy come to life, but she was utterly real.

  “You did something very naughty last time,” she said.

  “Did I?” he murmured. “All those toys I stuck in your pussy?”

  This appeared to shock her, which he enjoyed.

  They were different together when they were fucking or about to fuck. They bantered in a way they didn’t otherwise, although maybe sharing a meal with her would be different now that they were having sex.

  She tapped his chest with one finger. “The problem was that you didn’t get naked.”

  As she started unbuttoning his shirt, he felt a little self-conscious. He didn’t look like the more muscled guys she’d brought home in the past.

  But there was zero disappointment in her expression as she reached the bottom button and pushed the sides of his shirt apart.

  “Mmmm.” She winked at him as she dropped his shirt to the floor and started on his belt.

  He’d been wearing pajama pants earlier, but when she’d told him she was coming over, wearing that dress, he’d figured he ought to make more of an effort.

  His belt hit the ground, followed by his pants, and he stood there in only his boxers.

  “Much better,” she purred.

  She pressed herself against him and started ravishing him with her kisses. She tasted of chocolate and coffee, with a slightly salty tang, and the unexpected combination was perfect right now. She brought it all together.

  He growled as he felt around her dress and finally happened upon the zipper. He started sliding it down, but she stepped back and shook her finger at him.

  “Uh-uh,” she said. “Not yet. You got me naked when you were completely clothed last time, so it’s only fair if I do the reverse today.”

  “You’re making this about fairness? I thought you played dirty.”

  She laughed. It wasn’t a husky, sexual laugh, just one of unexpected delight.

  Which also made him hard.

  “Come to the bedroom,” she said.

  He followed her, and she gestured for him to lie back on the bed. She opened the bottom drawer of her night table and pulled out two pairs of furry pink handcuffs.

  “I don’t like handcuffs on myself,” she said, “but can I use them on you?”

  He nodded. “Just don’t leave me restrained for an hour. I don’t want to be too sore tomorrow.”

  “No? I was sore on Monday and it was quite nice. I got myself off again that morning and wondered what you were doing on the other side of the wall.”

  Fuck, this woman drove him mad.

  And somehow, he seemed to have pleased her last weekend.

  “Don’t worry,” she said as she fastened his wrists to the headboard. “I won’t leave you here for too long, I promise.”

  She started strutting around the room. His gaze was fixed on her, and she clearly loved the attention. At the base of the bed, she turned away from him, bent over, and slid down her panties, which she left on the floor.

  Then she crawled up the bed, a predatory look in her eyes. She sat down on top of him, and he growled again.

  “Yeah, you like that?” she asked, grinding her hips against him.

  Oh, God. He wanted to be inside her so badly.

  She slid farther up his body, hiking up her dress at the same time, and now he could feel her wetness on his chest.

  “I think it’s time for me to see you naked.” She pulled off his boxers and tossed them to the side. Her gaze was riveted on his crotch. “Yes, very nice.”

  He rather wanted to puff up his chest.

  She bent over, giving him an excellent view of her cleavage—surely not an accident—as she wrapped her hand around his cock.

  He made a strangled sound.

  She smiled at him, then took him in her mouth.

  He made more incoherent sounds.

  It had been a very long time since he’d received a blowjob, and oh, she was good, which was no surprise. If she didn’t let up, this would end far too soon.

  But Nicole, of course, knew exactly what she was doing. She released him with a pop, then reached over to get something out of the night table.

  The candy cane dildo.

  She held it up to his lips, and he took it in his mouth. Once he’d gotten it wet, she came up on her knees and slid it inside herself.

  He tried to reach out and touch her but quickly happened upon resistance.

  The handcuffs. Right.

  Nicole kept her gaze on him as she slid the toy in and out of her pussy.

  “You want a taste?” she asked.

  He nodded, expecting her to sit on his face, but she removed the toy and held it to his mouth again. He licked her juices off it.

  “Now I’ve got something else for you to taste.” She reached over to the bedside table and picked up a plastic container he hadn’t noticed before, because he’d been entirely focused on her. It looked like chocolate something or other. “I had two of these tonight. But I’m used to eating dessert with you these days, and I wished I could eat it with you.”

  That comment struck him a bit differently than everything else she’d said, and it took a hold of his heart. Before he could reflect on that, she was holding a spoon up to his mouth.

  “Chocolate mousse,” she said. “Isn’t it good?”

  “Yes.” It was good. Very good.

  She fed him another bite. This one had a surprising burst of something tangy and fruity.

  “Raspberry curd,” she told him.

  He was salivating at the thought of the next bite, but she put it in her mouth instead, giving him a coy little smile, then making a noise very similar to the ones she made when she orgasmed.

  God, he loved how much she was enjoying this, but he made a sound of frustration. She wasn’t feeding him. She wasn’t touching his cock. She was still mostly dressed...and she’d put the toy back inside her and he couldn’t touch it.

  After setting the mousse back on the table, she reclined partially and shifted her dress up farther
. She moved the toy in and out of her body, using the curve of the candy cane as a handle. Her eyes flew closed. She started moaning, and then she trembled, and he groaned as though he was the one who’d come.

  He was painfully hard.

  She set the toy aside and slid up his body, pressing her crotch to his mouth. He licked her avidly, but it wasn’t long before she dismounted and got something out of her night table again.

  A condom.

  “Thank God,” he muttered, and she laughed.

  She rolled it on and sat on his cock.

  He squeezed his eyes shut and pulled at the restraints.

  She felt fantastic.

  He opened his eyes because he didn’t want to miss the sight of her riding him, and indeed, it was spectacular. As she bounced on his dick, she unzipped her dress and pulled it over her head, never missing a beat, then tossed her bra to the side. She cupped her breasts in her hands and stroked her nipples with her thumbs, tipping her head back as she did so. When he jerked his hips upward, she came, and the orgasm seemed to catch her off guard, which he found rather gratifying.

  She bent over to kiss his lips, her bare chest against his for the first time, and it was too much for him.

  She swallowed his cry of pleasure before dismounting and removing the handcuffs.

  * * *

  “Would you even be capable of walking home right now?” Nicole asked.

  They were both still naked, curled up on their sides, facing each other.

  “I live right next door,” David said.

  “Oh, I know.”

  This woman. He couldn’t get enough of her.

  “You’re welcome to stay, if you like,” she said. “I don’t mind.”

  “You don’t mind,” he repeated. “But what do you want?”

  She walked her fingertips up his chest. “I’d like you to stay. That way we can have sex first thing in the morning.”

  It didn’t seem to be all about sex, though, because she immediately snuggled up to him. He couldn’t help feeling affection for her that was completely separate from their friendship. He stroked his hand up and down her back, now that he was able to move his arms again.

  But though she clearly enjoyed being with him and fucking him, he still had no idea where he stood with her.