She walked in the door of our usual cubbie and the sight of her robbed me of breath. Her blond curls flowed down her back and her blue eyes twinkled at me. But that wasn’t what caught my attention. Fall was in the air, so she’d changed her wardrobe up a bit and was wearing black boots that came up to her knees over jeans so tight that I had no idea how she’d managed to get them on.

Any other thoughts in my head were completely erased. All I could think was I wanted to see her in those boots without the jeans, sweater, or anything else for that matter. I wanted to see her strip off her clothes for me. I wanted her to kneel down in front of me with those damn boots on so that I could hold those pretty curls in my fists as she sucked my cock. So that I could see those pouty lips as I drove in and out, fucking her face.

I was so distracted by that vivid vision in my head that I didn’t catch most of what she was saying except the words payment and check. I tried to gather my wits as I asked her to repeat herself.

“I just realized the other day that we’ve had nine sessions already, but I have paid you anything yet,” she said.

Shit, this was damn awkward. My mind was on asking her out and getting her into my bed and she was thinking about owing me money.

“How about I let you take me out to dinner instead?” I replied.

“Dinner?” she repeated.

“Yeah. You. Me. Out for dinner,” I repeated.

“Like a date?” she asked.

“I think that will work even better,” I said.

“Wait. What?” she said, confused.

I stood up and walked towards her until I had her backed up against the closed door. “I like your idea better. How about I take you out on a date? Dinner tonight?”

I watched as she studied my face like she was trying to figure something out. “Yes, I’d like to go on a date with you.”

“Good. That’s settled, then,” I replied, very happy with her answer.

“Except that doesn’t solve our problem,” she pointed out.

“Problem?” I asked, not certain what problem we could possibly have now that I’d finally asked her out and she’d said yes.

“I owe you money for all the tutoring you’ve done for me,” she reminded me.

I shook my head in response. “No, you don’t.”

“Of course I do,” she argued. “You’re my tutor and I’m supposed to pay you for your help. It’s your job.”

“Yes, that’s normally true. But here’s the thing. There’s no way in hell I’m taking money from you,” I tried to explain.

“But that doesn’t make any sense,” she disagreed. “Professor Davidson told me to expect to pay you more than the other math tutors because your time is so valuable.”

I reached up and cupped my palm around her face, swiping downwards until my thumb rested over her incredibly kissable lips. “He was right when it came to the other students I’ve helped before, but he was wrong when it came to you.”

“But why?” she asked.

I leaned down, my lips almost touching hers as I cupped the other side of her head with my other hand. “Because it’s you,” I explained before I moved my thumb, the only thing separating our lips. I placed a light kiss on her mouth. “What’s going on between us isn’t about money. It hasn’t been since our first session. So you’re not going to pay me.”

“That’s not fair,” she whispered, her tongue flicking out to wet her lips and lightly grazing against mine.

“I don’t care about fair, Aubrey. Not when it comes to you. Do yourself a favor and don’t plan on me playing fair with you. If we’re going to do this, we’re going to do it my way. And my way means you don’t pay me for helping you with math because it allowed us to meet and get to know each other. That’s payment enough for me,” I rasped before I crushed my lips against hers. I tilted her head up towards mine so I could get to her mouth more easily, nipping at her lips.

“Luka,” she sighed as her mouth opened and my tongue swept inside.

Her hands crept up to my shoulders, and the feel of them on my body along with the taste of her in my mouth made me grind my hips against her. I could feel pre-cum leaking from my dick, and I wanted inside her so badly. One little kiss was enough to almost send me over the edge. If we weren’t at the library right now, I wasn’t sure that I would have been able to pull away instead of ripping her clothes off and burying myself deep inside.

“Tell me you understand,” I commanded.