"I know I look younger," she admitted. "But I'll be thirty in just a few weeks, so I'm not a child. You didn't do anything immoral or illegal, Galen. You don't need to worry about that.""You were still my student." She could hear the bitter, self-recrimination in his tone."For a matter of hours by then. And even if you'd failed me, I had enough credits to finish without that class." She wasn't ready to admit she'd only taken the class as an excuse to see Galen. "So you really had no influence over my future at that point. But I'm sorry. I know how important ethics are to you and I do wish the scene in your office had happened a week later.""Yeah." He rubbed his forehead. "I've been telling myself that we're both only human and that these things happen. But - Christ, Lydia, I haven't been able to get you out of my mind. For the past three years I've been forcing myself to look away and I don't know if I can anymore.""Thank you." It was nice to know she wasn't the only one feelin
There was only one hallway, so she giggled and pointed. Galen strode swiftly down the short corridor and nudged the bedroom door open with a foot. Then he moved to the bed and carefully set her down. She sprawled on top of the comforter, leaning back on her hands. Her splayed legs had to give him a clear view of the soaked scrap of cotton between her legs. For her part, she kept her eyes glued to his physique as his hands settled on his belt buckle."You're sure?""Absolutely," she assured him. "Come to bed, Galen." She licked her lips as he began to unbuckle his belt and lower the zipper on his jeans. He pushed his jeans and boxers down in one movement and toed off his sneakers and socks. Lydia just stared. He was even more magnificent than she remembered. How had she managed to get even the head of that into her mouth? She wasn't entirely certain it was going to fit in her cunt but she was damned sure going to make him try.They hadn't turned the bedroom light on, so the flicker
"Fuck!" Nothing had prepared Galen for the glory of feeling Lydia's tight cunt gripping and milking his cock. Her inner muscles held him so snugly, it was all he could do to ease out a little just so he could have the pleasure of shoving back in. She took him deep, all the way to the balls and he could feel the tip of him pressing against her cervix. She wrapped her legs around his waist to take him even deeper and nothing had ever felt better in his life.He gazed down at her as he pistoned into her hard and fast. He wasn't going to last - it was too damned good. And to his immense joy, she still hadn't let go of the headboard. She was bloody perfect! But now he wanted to feel her hands on him as well. He leaned up just enough that he could bend down and take one of her firm full breasts in his mouth. Her nipples were big and dark and as hard as diamonds. He tickled one with his tongue, then latched on and suckled strongly, loving her moans as he did."You can touch me now, sweethea
Wednesday morning, Lydia stared at the pile of photocopies on her desk, closed her eyes and counted to ten. When she opened them again, the papers were still there. Damn it. One of her first assignments as curator was to inventory the collection and compare it to the official catalog provided by the Kroner estate. It seemed everyone knew Professor Kroner had gotten a bit dotty in his old age, except her. The man had already been retired by the time Lydia came to SMU, so she'd only met him once at a fundraiser. None of the selection committee who'd hired her had bothered to inform her that the collection might be a little messed up.Messed up was an understatement. Not only had the old guy created his own unique filing system that she was just beginning to decipher but there were more books and scrolls in the boxes than could be accounted for on the list. So lucky, her, she had to figure out the provenance and value of all the leftovers before she could have the fun of really digging
He didn't know if she'd want to see him tonight or not. She'd sounded pretty miserable on the phone which is why he'd thought the flowers might cheer her up. He'd grown up with two sisters and been married, though briefly and long ago. While he knew he never stood a chance in hell of understanding the female mind, one thing he'd learned was that when it came to feminine functions every woman was different.In the end, the magnetic pull of seeing Lydia proved too strong for Galen to resist. By seven o'clock he found himself standing on her porch. He lifted his hand to knock, then realized that only the screen was closed and he could see her stretched out on the couch. "Lydia?""Galen?" She lifted what looked like a miniature satin pillow off of one of her eyes. "Haven't you learned just to come in yet?""Are you all right?""Define all right." She dropped the eye pillow on the floor as she sat up. "I'll survive and I'm not contagious.""You look like hell." He regretted the words t
Even when the baseball game was over Galen showed no inclination to rush out the door. "Do you play cards?" he asked.Lydia shrugged. "I can but I don't think I have any in the apartment. Except for my Tarot deck.""Tarot cards?" He raised one eyebrow in that skeptical expression she loved. "You're kidding. When have you had time to get into the New-Age stuff?" "When I was about three." Lydia stuck her tongue out. "The cards belonged to my grandmother. She used to do readings for the neighbor ladies over cookies and tea." She scrambled off the couch. "Don't move!"Galen was still watching with indulgent amusement when she returned from the bedroom carrying her silk-wrapped deck. Let him laugh. She knew that the cards could work, if the reader's mind and spirit were open to them. He might have forgotten more about history than she would ever know but when it came to this, she could probably teach him a thing or two.She sat cross-legged on the couch and cleared a space on the coff
The conference food was as crappy as usual, the talks were boring, and Galen wished desperately to be home. He grabbed a soda out of the machine to take back up to his room at the end of the night, just because he was sick of iced tea and bad coffee. There was a candy machine next to the drink dispenser that made him think of Lydia and her request for a candy bar when he'd presented his open ended offer. Nobody could say she was in the relationship for his money. He'd have fetched champagne and caviar if she'd wanted it. She hadn't even asked for it to be king-sized.He was crabby and out of sorts after two days away from her, three without sex. Since he'd gone more than three years before meeting Lydia, it made no sense at all to feel deprived after less than a week. But damn it, he did."Hey, Galen, how was that panel on the Crusades?"Oh shit, it was his department chair. Rawlings was an American historian who wouldn't know medieval history if it bit him on the ass but he'd gotten i
Lydia locked up her office and stopped in the lab to return the scroll to its case. She couldn't resist taking the ring out of its secret compartment and looking at it again. It was such a beautiful work of art it was a shame that it had been hidden away all these years. She turned it over and over in her gloved fingers. Who had worn it? Had it been a gift of love? A wedding ring? The symbol of some office or title? It was definitely feminine, though the serpent was usually a masculine symbol.If anyone had seen what she did next, Lydia's career would have been over as soon as it had begun. But she just couldn't resist. She slipped the gloves off her hands and touched the ancient gold carvings on the ring with her bare fingertips. She knew better, knew she could be damaging a valuable historical artifact but it was as if she were compelled, unable to resist. It was almost as if there was a voice in her head urging her to try it on.She studied the inside looking for an inscription. Not