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I’m leaving with you.”
    Patrick
opened the door of a black Mercedes and inclined his head.
    “Get
inside and you should call her. We need to get home. Now.”
    Simone
giggled and slid onto the leather, loving his bossy tone and need for haste.
Patrick shut the door and walked around the car. Alone for a few seconds, she
gave into her excitement and squealed. She was going home with Professor
Patrick Smythe ! The smartest, funniest, and sexiest
man she had ever met.
    Patrick
climbed into his side and started the car. Rock music blaring, he leaned
forward to flick the volume down and turn the heater on.
    She
sighed in bliss and put her hands out to the luke warm air coming from the vents.
    “Did
you call Nicola? Most people make a safe call before they leave a club.”
    Simone
grabbed her phone out of her bag and found Nicola’s number. Her head was
seriously up in the clouds. “A safe call?”
    He
nodded and started the car. “Yeah, just to let them know where you are going
and with who.”
    Simone
tried not to think about all the other people Patrick had taken home, so
instead she punched in a quick message to Nicola and lay the phone aside. “Done.”
    Patrick’s
hand slid onto her knee making her skin tingle even through her black pants.
“How have you been since I saw you last?”
    Simone
smiled and gave him her standard response. “Oh good. I
have a new job and I moved out of home with some friends.”
    Patrick
stroked her leg and moved his hand to the inside of her thigh. Simone inhaled
sharply, breath whistling through her throat as excitement curled in her belly.
    “Tell
me the truth.”
    Just
like that Patrick stripped away the fluff, her pretend happiness. Her shoulder
sank and her head fell back against the head rest. The truth came pouring out
of her.
    “Honestly,
I’ve missed uni a lot. My friends, classes, you.” She
spoke too quickly as her nerves got the better of her. “I don’t like the dinky
little apartment I share with two slutty girls and my pay grade sucks.”
    Patrick
moved his hand up and stroked the fabric over her swollen clit in the most
brazen move Simone had ever seen, and felt.
    “Good
girl.”
    Her
spine slammed as far back into the chair as it would physically allow. Pleasure
rippled along her belly and she gasped at the suddenness with which he touched
her.
    Patrick
moved his hand back to her knee and Simone began to pant, her pelvis feeling
like it was being twisted from the inside. The intensity was shocking.
    “I
had no idea it could feel like this.”
    Patrick
went still and took his hand back. A whimper rose in her throat at the loss of
his heat and comfort.
    “We’re
almost home. Are you sure you want what we’re going to do inside my home,
Simone?”
    Simone
swallowed hard and clasped her hands tightly in her lap. Of course she did. “It
depends what you want Patrick.”
    Patrick
pulled into the driveway of a beautiful house and Simone took another
shuddering breath. She wasn’t sure she would survive another rejection by this
man.
    Her
old professor turned his head and stared at her.
    “Shall
we lay our cards out on the table, so to speak?”
    Simone
nodded and leaned forward. “Absolutely.”
    “I’m
thirty-five years old and a Dom. You’re a twenty-three-year-old virgin. How the
hell is this going to work?”
    Fear
suddenly gripped Simone, and her belly plummeted in dread. She was about to
stuff this up. Royally.
    She
dropped her head, unable to look at this man that she wanted so much. “You
don’t want me.”
    Pain
gripped her chest, this was her graduation all over
again.
    Patrick’s
hand tipped her chin up once again and he glared at her.
    “Don’t
be ridiculous. You know I do.”
    Simone
grabbed hold of that small admission and went with it. She turned pleading eyes
on him. “Then why do you say such things?”
    He
sighed. “Because I have never been in this situation before,
Simone. Especially with an ex-student.”
    With
her heart firmly