Perfect Fit: Book 4 of the Fated Hearts Series Read Online Free PDF

needed to see him unravel beneath me, but couldn’t say right then why it mattered so damn much. “Jag. Please.”
    “Come, Miller.” Those two words broke something loose inside him and his cum jetted from him in creamy ribbons all over his stomach.
    I lowered my upper body until I felt his slick heat rub against my skin as I chased my own climax. I kept our hands locked together above his head and picked up my pace when I felt that familiar tingle in my spine and the answering zing in my balls. I did something I rarely did with anyone, I lowered my mouth to his for a searing kiss as my orgasm ripped through me. Miller took my cries and shouts into his mouth as I spilled inside the condom buried deep inside his body.
    My mouth never left his until the last ripple of my orgasm faded from my body. I slowly pulled my mouth away from his at the same time I eased out of his body. I flopped on my back beside him and looked up at the ceiling while I tried to catch my breath. I couldn’t remember a time I felt both so alive yet so exhausted at the same time. I turned my head and found him looking at me. A sexy smile split his face and I felt an answering smile of my own.
    “Why did you wait so long?” Miller’s teasing question made me laugh, because if it had been left up to me we would have fucked a month ago.
    “I wasn’t sure we were compatible,” I replied cheekily.
    “And now?”
    “I don’t know, Miller.” I scrunched my face up to show uncertainty. “It could’ve been an anomaly, maybe a fluke.” I shrugged my shoulders casually and bit the inside of my cheek to prevent from laughing at the sour expression on his face.
    “What you’re really saying is that you want to go another round, but don’t want to ask me.” He nodded toward the door to my master bathroom. “How big is your shower?” That was all it took for my blood to start rushing back down to my dick again.
    “Big enough for us to get clean before we get dirty again.”
    “Let’s go then,” Miller said, as he rolled off of the bed. “Bring the condoms and lube.”
    I smiled at his sassy remark until my eyes landed on the bounce of the gorgeous ass I had just fucked and couldn’t wait to have again. I had no clue what the hell was happening between us, but I decided not to question it and enjoy whatever it turned out to be.

I SQUIRMED IN my office chair for the millionth time in hopes of finding a more comfortable position for my tender ass. One would have thought that the ache would have made a person regret their reckless actions the previous night, but not me. Each zing of discomfort reminded me of how good it felt to have Jag buried inside me, how dark his eyes got when he neared his orgasm, and the delicious weight of him pinning my hands to the bed above my head. I had zero regrets, except that my body was eager to experience Jag again, but my brain doubted it would ever happen.
    “Exciting night?” I hadn’t even realized my teaching assistant, Gavin Anderson, had entered the room. His voice startled me and I jerked my head up to look at him. He wore a shit-eating grin as he stood there with a cup of Starbucks in each hand. That grin told me he knew exactly why I was squirming in my damn chair.
    “I’m not discussing my personal life with you, Gavin.” My gentle rebuke was a reminder to him that I was the professor and he was my student assistant. It was obvious to me the first day I met him that he was interested in being more, but I valued my job far more than a quick fuck with a beautiful young man. I landed my dream job teaching archeology and anthropology at Georgetown. It wasn’t the archeological digs I had dreamed of going on as a hormonal teenager who lusted after Indiana Jones, but I loved my job.
    “My apologies, Doctor Brexler.” That ornery grin never left his face, which told me he wasn’t sorry about anything, but he did bring me my favorite latte so I would forgive him. “That will be $5.00 for your