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  Brock took hold of her hips, slowing her motion as he watched her. He felt his eyes boring into hers as if he could see into her mind, to the feelings and emotions and thoughts inside the bones of her skull.

  Never had he felt anything like the surging desire moving through his limbs. He’d certainly had sex in the past, with a reasonable share of women, he thought, but he’d not seen this kind of dynamic urge to fuck before in his life. If she didn’t slow down, he was going to come before he could give her the pleasure that she was giving him. And, oh, the pleasure. Her tight pussy squeezed him like his own fist on all the nights he’d spent alone, imagining a scenario almost as good as this actual event.

  He had one rule with sex. A woman deserved to remember the time she spent with him, and remember it with a smile. Yes, he was here to teach Carly about human anatomy, and before they left here, that was exactly and precisely what he intended to do.

  Pivoting forward, he pressed her against the sofa cushions.

  “You are a tornado, little one.” Releasing his cock from the tight hold of her pussy, he slid backward on the sofa, gazing down at the perspiration glistening over her skin. Her ample breasts rose and fell with each rapid breath, and her were eyes wide as she watched him drop small, wet kisses along her belly, moving lower and lower. The scent of her pussy beckoned to him, and his mouth watered in anticipation of the taste of her.

  He understood her sense of urgency, and the desire to pump into her body and hear her scream as she came burned through him like a thousand suns. Time was short, but something about her body, the luscious beauty of it, the hungriness of her, would not let him hurry. He would have her, but he would have her slowly, profoundly, completely before they left this place.

  He glanced around. The library was not the ideal place to bring pleasure to this woman and hear her scream. Yet, as he turned back to the apex of her thighs, he knew that the time needed to wrap up their belongings and find an emergency exit was time he didn’t want to waste.

  As he slid his tongue along the inside of her thigh, she moaned and planted her feet on the sofa cushion, pressing upward toward him. He took hold of her thighs.

  “These right here, darlin’, connected to your femurs, are the hip joints and greater trochanters.” He pressed his thumbs hard into the soft flesh on either side of her glistening pussy. “And if you don’t stop moving them, I’m going to tie them down. Do you understand?”

  Boning Up: Chapter 4

  Carly’s eyes widened and she nodded slowly. “I—”

  “Don’t say a word, and keep still. I’m teaching here.” He nestled again between her thighs, placed his tongue on her clit and flicked it upward, bringing a shiver to her knees. She did not move her hips again.

  “Very good. Now lie still until I tell you that you can move.” He watched her, his gaze steady, until she nodded again.

  That’s more like it, he thought as he kissed her wet opening and tasted her sweet flavor. Her knees shook with each stroke of his tongue as he gathered the taste of her into his mouth. The aroma alone was enough to drive him insane. He tried to stop himself from moving so quickly, and yet the heat and her trembling thighs mixed with the warmth on his tongue to drive him onward until he finally stopped watching her and simply closed his eyes, losing himself in her pleasure.

  Her scream echoed through the stacks of books surrounding them as she came, her body quivering all over. She pressed her hips into the sofa cushions. He rose to his knees and leaned over her, holding himself above her body with his fists. Lowering himself to his elbows, his lips inches from hers, he whispered, “See these bones, here, beneath the lovely skin of your neck?”

  Her breathing was still rapid, but she nodded slowly. “Uh-huh.”

  “The name?” Positioning his cock at her slick opening, he pressed against her. But he did not enter, holding back for the answer so he could reward her with more pleasure.

  Carly closed her eyes and smiled up at him. The cocky son of a bitch was messing with her, but oh how simple it all seemed now. This was the greatest, simplest method for learning she’d ever known.

  “Clavicle. Now fuck me.”

  “Open your eyes.”

  She obeyed him. He glared at her, his eyebrows drawn together, his lips a thin line of control. “You will not come again until you answer every question. Do you understand?”

  With one swift stroke he entered her, stretching her almost beyond endurance, and she cried out involuntarily at the glorious intrusion.

  Covering her mouth with his hand, he whispered, “Bones of the inner ear?”

  Moving his hand aside, he watched her, his eyebrows drawn upward, awaiting her response. “Three tiny ones known as the ossicles.” He teased at her ear. “Malleus, incus, and stapes.”

  “Yeah, and I need them. Don’t break them, huh?”

  He rose and plunged inside her again, question after question, thrust upon thrust until the heat and vibration inside her rose to a blaring crescendo. Two hundred and six bones comprise the human skeleton, and before she could come, she would have to name them all.

  “I can’t do it,” she whispered, struggling to maintain control over the orgasm burning to break free inside her. “I’m going to come.”

  “No, you’re not.” His voice was raspy as he continued the powerful thrusts. “Not until I say.” He thrust into her again, the moisture once inside her now dampening the insides of her thighs and his balls as they slapped against her. “One more.”

  “What is it?” she moaned, squeezing her eyes shut to hold onto the unraveling thread of her control.

  “The one I’m putting inside you. Not officially a bone,” he said, panting, “but I want to hear you say it.”

  She opened her eyes to see his grin over his clenched teeth. “Fuck me with that cock, you bonehead.”

  “Come with me. Now!”

  The words released the ties of his relentless bondage, and the echoing, throbbing, burning orgasm pulsed through her whole body as he came with her.

  ***

  Carly awoke with Brock’s arm lying across her bare breasts, cradling her body against his chest. She snuggled against him for a moment and breathed in the sweet smell of his body. With that breath, she also smelled other scents, forgotten until now.

  Books and dust. The library.

  Her eyes snapped open. She sat bolt upright.

  “Oh, my God! Brock, get up!”

  He groaned, reached for her, and slipped off the sofa, hitting the floor with a soft thud. “What the hell?”

  “We’ve got to get out of here!” She grabbed the pieces of her clothing from the floor and glanced at her watch. “Oh shit! The test is in half an hour!”

  Brock rose slowly from the floor to his full height and stood naked, staring at her as she scrambled around the room. He stretched his arms over his head and yawned. “Don’t worry. You’re ready for it. Maybe we should have a quick pop quiz first?”

  She turned to face him, flabbergasted. Then she laughed. “Are you nuts? We’ve got to get dressed and get out before someone finds us. How in the world did we let ourselves fall asleep?”

  “I passed out,” he said, pulling her into his arms and pressing her against his rigid erection. “And so did you. It wasn’t so much sleep as succumbing to exhaustion.”

  She wriggled out of his arms, carefully averting her eyes as her well-used and traitorous body began to ache once more. “Enough! Get dressed!”

  Sliding her feet into her sandals, she grabbed her purse off the floor. “I’m going to miss the test!”

  He picked up his clothes slowly and walked toward her. “Kiss me then, and go kick ass. I’ve got a lot riding on this.”

  Pecking him quickly on the mouth, she turned and ran from the room, up the staircase and out the front door, avoiding the odd looks from students entering a library they thought was just opening.

  Two hours later, Carly tucked her pencil into her purse with a smile. That exam had to be the simplest one
she’d taken during in her entire college career. Yes, Brock was one hell of a tutor, and as thoughts of everything they’d done last night flashed through her mind, she was willing to admit to something else: He was one hell of a lover, too.

  She carried the stapled copy of the test to the front of the room and placed it on top of the stack of other completed tests. If she’d missed even a single question, she would be shocked. There was no way she had not gotten an A on that thing. All she had to do now was study again with Brock tonight and do the same again on tomorrow’s test. Then everything she’d hoped for would come to fruition.

  The prospect of having to study all night for a test had never sounded quite so wonderful. She couldn’t keep the smile off her face as she left the classroom.

  “So how did it go?”

  Brock stood before her, considerably more dressed than he’d been the last time she’d seen him. In another pair of black jeans, this time worn with a white polo shirt, he looked almost as sexy as he did naked. She could barely contain her excitement, the smile she had not been able to keep off her face for the last two hours turning into a happy giggle.

  “I kicked that test’s ass.”

  She threw her arms around his neck and hugged his firm body against hers. She was expecting him to lift her off the floor and spin her around, so the gentle nudge as he pushed her away surprised her.

  He was looking over her shoulder. “Hello, Professor.”

  Carly turned and stared into the disapproving eyes of her instructor. Strangely, he did not acknowledge Brock at all, but kept his censorious gaze on her instead.

  “Am I to assume from this joyous greeting, Miss Neal, you feel you were successful in your most recent attempt to drag your grade out of the basement?”

  Pompous ass, she thought, but even his attitude could not take the smile from her lips. She was going to pass this course, and there wasn’t a thing this man could do to stop her. “Yes, sir, I do. I was just thanking my tutor for his help.”

  “So I witnessed.” He gave Brock a glance that meant dissatisfaction in any language. “Perhaps some professional distance would be in order when approaching the educational domains, Mr. Larson?”

  Brock gave a tight smile. “Yes, sir. I believe she was just excited at how well she did on the test.”

  Carly remembered that tone in Brock’s voice. It was the same one he’d used when he’d suggested the insolent bet with this asshole in the first place.

  The professor said, “Mmm-hmm.” He held the rolled up test papers in his hand and slapped them against Brock’s chest. “Well, it remains to be seen if you’ve managed to make any difference. We’ll all know that tomorrow, I suppose. Unless you would like to concede defeat today, my boy. If so, you could grade these papers for me.”

  Brock punched the professor in the shoulder, and Carly’s excitement over her recent triumph turned to acid in her stomach. “I think I’ll wait for the official verdict, sir.”

  “You know,” the professor continued as he stepped past Carly and put his arm around Brock’s shoulders, “I’ve got some free time. I’ve thought of something I think you’ll find more intriguing than our original wager. There’s no need for us to be on opposite sides. I’ve uncovered a way we can both have what we want. Miss Neal will pass or fail on her own. Truly, this is not your biggest concern. Why don’t we have some lunch and talk about the next lucrative step in your career?”

  Brock didn’t even spare her a glance. “Define lucrative.”

  “You’ve heard of the Mayo Clinic, I assume. An old college friend of mine contacted me last night with an interesting offer. Financially, a very interesting offer. It appears a position has been created for a specialist in gross human anatomy, and your name came to my mind. Timing, as always, is everything, and the time is short. Why don’t we talk for a while?”

  “And why would you be interested in giving me up so easily?”

  “The referral fee, son.” The professor laughed, and Carly could almost hear the sound of the moneychangers. “The fee would fund my search for another assistant almost as good as you. So, shall we talk a while?”

  “Sure. What can it hurt to listen, right?”

  Carly stood motionless as the two men walked off together, completely forgetting or simply no longer caring that she was there.

  Fine. That was just fine, she thought as she turned toward the door to the Science Building. They could both go straight to hell for all she cared. As a matter of fact, she knew exactly how many skull bones she’d like to crack to send them there. Brock had been willing to help her so long as there was something in it for him. Last night had been nothing other than an opportunity to further his career, and she’d been a fool to imagine otherwise.

  As the angry pulse beat at her temple, the thudding in her chest echoed a worse pain. What had she imagined happened between them last night, other than studying for that blasted test? Had she actually believed she’d fallen for that putz?

  The realization that she had a bone in place of a brain was the most humiliating pain of all.

  Boning Up: Chapter 5

  Two hours later, Brock finally managed to locate Carly’s apartment building. Escaping from the professor had been hard enough, but running around the admissions office trying to find someone who would disclose her address had wasted another hour. Why hadn’t he thought to ask her last night? His groin tightened with the answer: He’d been engrossed in something much more interesting than where she lived.

  Finally using the professor’s name for clout, he’d convinced the director that he was not a stalker, and in fact, was her tutor and had misplaced her address. The woman had given it to him begrudgingly, and he’d snatched it out of her hand and taken off before she could continue her rant on “privacy issues.”

  He glanced at his watch as he ran up the staircase to the third-floor. It was already two o’clock, which meant they had fewer than 18 hours to prepare her for this final exam. His most recent time spent with the professor had convinced him of one thing: Carly had to pass this test. He didn’t want to face the old goat next semester any more than he wanted her to have to face him.

  From what he could gather before they were interrupted this morning, Carly had done well on the exam. He had to admit, the bones of the human skeleton had never been quite so clear to him, either, as they were now. Tonight they would study biological systems, and he had a few techniques for helping her to remember everything.

  He smiled as he reached apartment 3A at the top of the stairs. If he’d learned human anatomy the way they’d taught it to each other last night, he might have enjoyed Professor Harold’s class significantly more.

  Better late than never, he thought to himself as he knocked and waited for what seemed an inordinately long time before he finally heard stirring on the other side of the door. As soon as she opened it, he considered taking her into his arms and carrying her straight to something more comfortable than the library sofa they’d slept on last night. He would like to strip her naked, stretch her out, bind each of her limbs to the four posters on a bed, and go over the human form in slow, meticulous detail. However, a slow and seductive “undressing as teaching” approach might be more fun for them both.

  The door finally opened a crack, and his move to step over the threshold met with a resistance in the form of a chain lock.

  “What are you doing here?”

  “Sorry I’m late. Took me a while to find you. So—” He couldn’t keep the grin from his face as he imagined what they were about to do on the other side of this door. “Are you ready to study?”

  She hesitated a moment. Shook her head. “I’ve got it covered there, Ace. Thanks anyway.” The door began to close.

  Brock shoved his foot in the way. “Hey, wait a second. What’s going on?”

  She peeked through the opening again, and he saw in her eyes what he’d picked up from the sound in her voice: She was pissed.

  “Hey, I’m sorry it took me so long to get here
. We never did exchange contact information exactly….” Letting his voice trail off suggestively, he winked at her. “I had to jump through a few hoops to find you.”

  She rolled her eyes and spat out the next words. “That ‘cute’ might have worked for you yesterday, Mr. Smooth, but it is not going to get you into this apartment today. You have other, more pressing opportunities, so don’t let me keep you. Take a hike.”

  “Take a hike?” What the hell is this? Some kind of “hard-to-get” game?

  “Yeah, you remember how to take a hike, don’t you? That thing where you turn your ass around and get out of here?”

  This had to be a game. After everything they’d done with each other last night, the thundering release they’d both enjoyed, there was no way she didn’t want exactly what he wanted, or more. He could go for a game or two, if that’s what today’s pleasure was to be—especially a teasing, tantalizing, interesting game involving her naked. But this one was bullshit. Beautiful women liked to play it, and he’d put up with it in the past. Not anymore.

  “This ain’t my first rodeo, honey. I know when a woman wants me. I know what I want, too, and this little innocent virgin act ain’t it. You have a test tomorrow that both of us have a lot riding on, so I’m here to help you study, preferably naked. Now open the door.”

  “In your dreams, asshole. You think I’m going to let you in here for one last so-long fuck, you’ve got another think coming. Let’s call this little partnership over. You’ve done quite enough.”

  The impulse to grab her and shake her moved through him. Whatever was wrong needed to be fucking gone so they could get working. Somewhere on the other side of that door, he could hear a clock ticking, echoing the one ticking inside his brain. The only thing louder was the memory of her words still echoing inside his head.

  Fuck me with that cock.

  His groin tightened. Even with a small fraction of her visible, he easily remembered the rest. And he wanted all of her in his hands, now.