Conviction (The Cassano Series Book 4) (14 page)

Two Weeks Later

Sadie

“Ugh, I’m beginning to agree with you about working. Why didn’t I take the summer off?” I ask Simon as I dress for work.

“Professor Edward has been an ass lately. He’s super tense and barely lets me out of his sight when we’re in the lab. At least I don’t have to run into Noah any longer.”

“He better stay the hell away from you.”

“I don’t see that being a problem. I mean, he’s going to prison soon.”

“I wouldn’t put anything past the creep. Give me a kiss.” Simon pulls me back down onto him as he lies on my bed. I squeal and try to get away, but he holds me firmly against his quickly growing erection.

“Why don’t we ever stay at your place? Are you growing tired of me?” I ask him.

“Hell, no, sweetheart. I didn’t think you’d like to stay at my condo. It’s so … bachelor padish.”

“That word is not in Webster.”

“OK, you big nerd.”

“But I’m your sexy nerd.”

“Damn straight.” His tongue thrusts into my mouth, and he gives me the kind of kiss you dwell on for the day.

“How will I ever get work done now?”

Simon stares at me for several seconds and bites on his lip. “Let me throw on some clothes, and I’ll take you. I want to pick you up this evening. I’m going to have a surprise for you.”

“Ooh, I like surprises.”

***

“I need to head out for some dinner, Sadie. Are you almost finished with your report?” Professor Edward asks as he attempts to straighten his light brown hair. It’s in disarray, much like his mind lately.

“I have a little more data to take down from this study. I can lock up the lab.”

“I don’t know … I should probably do that.”

“You used to let me. You’ll only be gone about an hour, anyway, right?”

“Yeah, the key is in the top right drawer of my desk. Once you lock the lab, put the key back where you found it, and then make sure the classroom door is locked behind you once you leave.”

“Of course. I know the drill.” I give him a smile as I inwardly frown. I don’t know what crawled up his ass, but he’s been acting so strange lately. Maybe he’s going through some midlife crisis. Is that common in your mid-forties?

He leaves, and I get back to work on my lab project. It takes me only fifteen minutes to finish up.

I stride to the back of the room where his small private laboratory is (at least that’s what he calls it) and tug on the door to ensure it’s locked. I’ve always wondered what’s inside, but he’s never allowed me in there.

I debate on looking for a key to it, but my moral compass kicks in, directing me away from his desk with only the main lab key.

Doing as he instructed, I carefully lock up and ensure the classroom door is secured behind me. Once I’m out in the parking lot, I spot Simon.

He’s dressed in a snug, navy polo shirt that’s hugging his slim but chiseled biceps as he crosses his arms and leans against his vehicle.

His coordinating tan khakis are hugging his contoured thighs, and I’m fascinated over how good the genes are that the Cassano children inherited.

“You’re dressed a little more casual than normal. Are you not working at all tonight?”

“I took off. Zev’s watching over things for me.”

“Mmm … I feel special getting you all to myself.” I give him a passionate kiss and then lean against his chest. His lips press to my forehead, but then I feel his body tense.

“What the hell are you doing here?” he asks.

I jerk away and look behind me.

Shit, it’s Noah.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t one of the four rats.”

“Go to hell. Oh, right, you’ll be there soon enough.” Simon takes hold of my waist and moves me behind him. I lean my head against his back, but I’m on full alert, waiting to hear what will happen next.

“We have a protective order in place. I’ll call the cops this second if you don’t get the hell away from us.”

“I’m not here to see you or your pet. Although, I would keep her on a leash if I were you. I’d hate to see her run over by a car or something.”

“I swear on my life if you touch her or any of our girls, I’ll make sure your ass is raw in that prison cell.”

“Ouch. Good thing I’m not going.”

“Your daddy’s not getting you out of this one, Sanders. Sadie get in the car.”

Doing as he says, I rush around to the other side.

He’s in next, and we’re soon tearing out of the parking lot.

“Why the hell does he keep showing up here?” Simon asks. “I don’t care what he says, he’s after you. I feel it. Security is coming here with you from now on.”

I grip his hand. “Calm down, alright? We’re away from him, and I don’t want him ruining the special night you had planned.”

“You’re too sweet and naïve for your own good, but it’s one of the things I love about you.” He glances over and gives me a brief smile. “I can’t believe he thinks he’s getting out of going to prison. It’s not happening.”

“He’s delusional. I want to know why he keeps showing up at the science building, too. He’s up to no good.”

Having no idea where we’re going, I keep quiet the rest of the way. Simon pulls up to a gated condo complex and hits a keypad. I abruptly let his hands go and clasp mine in front of me.

“Oh, am I finally seeing your place?”

“Yes, doll, and I’m sorry I didn’t bring you here sooner. I’m new at this boyfriend thing.” We pull into a parking garage and Simon seems to be on edge as we tread to the elevators.

He’s glancing around and chomping on his Nicorette gum, which I’ve failed to get him off of, not with lack of trying. We’ll conquer that eventually.

“Zev has a condo here, too.”

“That’s cool.” In the elevator, Simon brings me to his chest and lets his arms hang loosely around my waist.

“My sexy scientist,” he says before he’s dragging my bottom lip between his teeth. “Plump–wet–lips. Just the way I like them.”

Feeling frisky, I push a hand against his hardening package. “Mmm … hard and big. Just the way my lips like it.”

“Fuuuck. Remember I’m a ‘B’ guy, mostly sucking. B, B, B.” I giggle at Simon’s remark before I’m plunging my tongue into his mouth. He hardens further against me as his hand slips under my sundress.

The elevator doors open, so he reluctantly pulls away.

“Damn, we might not make it through dinner.”

“You’re feeding me?”

“Yeah, your cooking aren’t ya?” My head jerks toward him, and he’s grinning. “I’m playin’, doll.”

“I would cook. I’d wear an apron and nothing underneath.”

“Shit, I should’ve had Marla stay home.”

“Who’s Marla?” I ask with a frown.

“My housekeeper. Zev and I share her.”

“That sounds, um, wrong.”

“Lord, no. Not like that.” Simon opens the door to his condo and steps aside for me to enter. It’s grand as I expected, with an open floor plan.

A lady smiles at me from the dining room. She’s lighting candles on a long, glass table. It has black, metal legs, and as I take in the sight of his black and grey furniture throughout the great room, I realize it truly is bachelor padish. I stifle a giggle.

“Everything is ready, sir.”

“Thank you, Marla.”

“You did all this for me? I feel bad for complaining today.”

“Hey, like I said, I should’ve brought you here sooner.” Simon follows Marla to the door, and I hear him thanking her again.

“I think she’s more than a housekeeper. This place smells delicious,” I say once he returns.

“I paid her extra to hook us up with dinner. We have a reason to celebrate. Adrian got the final word that we’re not being indicted by the Feds.”

“Oh, thank the Lord.” I hug him hard and kiss his neck. His hand holds the back of my head, and we stay like this for a long minute.

“I’m thankful, too. I would’ve lost my mind if I was taken from you.” Before we get more emotional, he pulls me to the table. “Sit. I’ll pour you some wine.”

Simon pushes my chair in, which is extra sweet, and he pours me a glass of red wine.

“I believe you’re buttering me up for some letter ‘B.’”

“It wasn’t my intention, but I’m all for it if it works.”

We have a pleasant evening as we dine on Filet, roasted red potatoes and asparagus. When he brings up Noah toward the end of dinner, I declare it a “Sanders free zone,” and he agrees.

For dessert, we have a decadent piece of chocolate cake, and I’m in heaven. He’s definitely getting more of “B” tonight.

“I want to see your bedroom. I want to dissect it.”

“I don’t know what that means, but I’m certain my sexy scientist will have it ending with some kind of research, and I’m always down for that.”

I’m giggling as Simon practically drags me down a hallway. He opens the door to his master bedroom, and I gasp. It’s humongous.

“Geez, you got enough room in here?”

“We need room for acrobatics.”

I swat his chest. “I better be the only one you’re getting flexible with.”

“Of course you are.”

“I did that research on positions, and I think we’re in luck. Stand at the end of the bed.” Simon sports a sexy and mischievous grin and struts over to it. “Perfect height.”

“What for, doll face?”

“The butterfly. It’s supposed to be good for hitting the G-spot. If anyone can make it happen, I believe it’s you, Simon Cassano, and since you said it’s my special night, I think it’s perfect for the occasion.”

“I already like where this is going.” Once I explain the position, we undress like we have ants in our pants. I get flat on my back at the end of the bed while Simon puts on a condom.

He abruptly slows his pace. “We’re making this last.” He’s standing between my legs as they dangle off the bed. His mouth hovers over mine, and he teases my lips with it, barely skimming his across them.

My nipples pebble from the erotic feel of it. His chest grazes mine as his body moves south, and I hitch a breath from the excitement looming.

His breath is a ghost of his mouth, haunting me as it floats along my skin, all the way to my stomach. Two fingers glide between my thighs and slip into me.

“Damn, your pussy is soaked. You might’ve earned a new nickname, Butterfly.”

Taking hold of my ankles, Simon pulls them up and rests them on his shoulders. My ass is right at the edge of the bed as the tip of his engorged cock teases my entrance.

He pushes it in at an alarmingly slow pace. I’m restless, ready and willing for him to fill me to the hilt, but like his mouth was to my skin, he’s taunting me with every pulsating inch.

“Simon, I can’t take it. Give it to me hard and fast.”

“Dammit, you feel insanely good, but I’m not fucking you fast. No, you’re going to feel it everywhere, and especially in that sweet spot of yours.”

Simon pushes all the way into me, filling me like I have desperately wanted. He growls and picks up his pace as I lift my hips, giving him room to go deeper.

He sets an even speed, and every time he thrusts his hips forward, his cock rakes against my front wall, hitting the spot I need him to hit the most.

It’s a bitter-sweet feeling, an agony of too much sensation, yet not enough to push me over the cusp. He rocks and rocks, his speed picking up, and I might die on his bed from the dizziness I feel.

“That’s it, baby, I know you’re close. I feel your muscles clamping down on me.”

A few more fluid rakes of his magnificent cock, and I’m brought to the juncture.

It’s wild and hypnotic.

Pleasure owning my entire being.

Simon’s the head professor, a master in the art of sex, and I’m his sexy schoolgirl.

Utter. Ecstasy.

The squeeze of my ankles and Simon’s sudden roar bring me back from the place of bliss. His hips are shoved forward as he comes inside of me.

Eventually, he slips out and falls over onto my chest. I wrap my legs around his waist and glide my fingers through his hair.

“Have I said you own me?”

“No, but that orgasm owned me. You’re definitely getting some ‘B’ later.”

“You do, Sadie. You own me.” Simon stands and looks down.

“Holy shit, we have a problem.”

Leaning up on my elbows, I stare at him and smirk.

“It’s supposed to shrink after sex.” I’m giggling now, but Simon appears stressed.

“I’m serious, Sadie. There’s jizz on the floor. The condom broke.”

“Oh, fuck.”

“Yeah, oh, fuck.”

I fall back and bite on my nail.

“What do we do?”

“What can we do?” he asks.

“I don’t know.”

“This is what I get for accusing Zev of knocking up Tara.” I giggle again. I can’t help it. High-strung Simon is funny. “I need gum.”