Professor F novel Chapter 30

"S—Sure." Flynn answered after a minute of silence.

He tucked her in his bed and kissed her forehead. She watched Flynn move around her, expecting him to sleep beside her but he didn't. He went back to his study and leaves the door partly opened.

She closed her eyes and tried to sleep, still hearing the pouring rain. It's been minutes but she just couldn't bring herself to sleep.

She sighed and decided to go to Flynn's study. He was looking outside the window with a glass of brandy in hand and his back facing the door. He didn't see her.

"F—Flynn?"

He slowly turns his swivel chair and puts the glass on his table. "What's wrong?"

"N—Nothing. I just—" I want you.

She walked towards him while he watched her. She boldly, slowly sits on his lap and kissed his lips as she pulled his head close to hers.

And it's as if her kiss broke the spell he casted to restrain himself, he responded to her kiss passionately with his hand tight around her waist. He pulls her back closer to his chest as he leaned back on his chair.

His mouth traced the skin on her neck, to her shoulders as he unbuttons her pajamas, exposing her breasts. She moaned and bends her back for him to freely suck on her nipples.

He removed her top and gently bites the skin on her breasts, licking and sucking. She grabbed on his hair and pulled him even closer.

"I need to ask you s—something." She whispered.

He continued to kiss her skin. "Hmm."

"D—Did you bring other women with you when you visit the site projects in the past?"

He stopped and raised his face to look at hers before he smirked. "Are you jealous?"

She looked away, blushing.

"No, August. You're the only woman I brought with me."

"And the guys didn't ask why I was around?"

Flynn sighed as he looked down, as if thinking about whether he wants to answer her question or not. "They already know who you are. They're my friends back in London, August."

"You talked about me with your friends?"

He looked away. "O—Of course we do talk about that."

"Why would you—"

"I love you, August."

She felt like she was dreaming. She must be. "W—What did you say?"

He chuckled as he kissed her lips. "No, you're not. You're awake. You heard me. And again, I love you, August."

She was speechless. The rain stopped pouring, drops from the window pane echoed in the cold dark night.

"I'm n—not sure I'm awake."