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  Only Love

  Fiona Davenport

  Copyright © 2020 by Fiona Davenport

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  Edited by Editing4Indies

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  Contents

  Only Love

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Epilogue

  Epilogue

  About the Author

  Only Love

  Billionaire Liam Grey needed a change of pace, so he left his company in capable hands to take a teaching job in the United States. He had a gut feeling something was waiting there for him. Little did he know it was actually a someone—London Kennedy, the college student he fell for at first glance.

  London was too young for him, and the university had a strict policy against student/teacher relationships. But London was the only woman he’d ever love, and Liam would break any rule to have her.

  Prologue

  Liam

  “What the fuck?” Annika, the COO of my company, shouted as she stood from the chair in front of my desk and started pacing.

  “I’m promoting you to CEO and stepping down,” I repeated calmly. I was springing this on her pretty unexpectedly, so I could understand why she was shocked. For so long, I’d thrown everything I had into working. My company owned several diamond mines and exported the gems to multiple countries. I’d grown up in South Africa, and while I’d traveled a lot, it was my home. But lately, I’d begun to feel restless. Especially when I was around Annika with her husband and twin boys. Why this all meant leaving my home, I had no idea, but the moment the thought entered my mind, I knew it was the right choice for me.

  “And moving to New York?” she clarified as she stopped moving and faced me with her hands on her hips. I nodded. “To teach at NYU?” I nodded again. “Students?” she practically shrieked.

  I raised an eyebrow and leaned back in my chair. “That’s the usual combination,” I answered dryly. “Teachers and students.”

  “I don’t understand.” Her brown eyes were boring into my face as though she was trying to root through my brain to do a sanity check. “You’re just going to put your company in my hands and leave everything behind to go be Dr. Henry Higgins?”

  I cocked my head to the side and laughed. “Well, he taught phonetics, and I’ll be teaching foreign languages, but...essentially.” I’d earned my bachelor's degree in business and had an MBA, but in my business, being multilingual was a huge asset. I’d always loved languages and was fluent in six languages and passable in another four. So, right after grad school, I’d gone on to earn a doctorate in Language Studies. Teaching foreign languages had seemed like the natural choice when I decided I needed a change. Plus, I thought it would be fun.

  Annika pushed a lock of hair away from her face and dropped her head back to stare at the ceiling for a moment. Then her shoulders began to shake as she broke out into a fit of laughter. Once she was done, she looked at me again and rolled her eyes. “For some reason, this isn’t as shocking to me as I thought it would be. But”—her demeanor shifted, becoming nervous—“are you sure you want me running the company?”

  I stood and walked around the desk to pull her into my arms for a big bear hug. Annika and I were complete opposites in looks. I was a tall, muscular man with brown hair, light skin, dark blue eyes, and a full beard, whereas, she was a willowy woman with jet-black hair, dark skin and eyes, and thankfully, no facial hair. But we were siblings in every way that counted. I’d taken her under my wing when she was five and I was ten, and it had always been the two of us. “There’s no one I trust more, Annie. I’ll always be available to offer advice, but it’s your time to shine. You’re going to be amazing at this job. Just like you’re an amazing wife and mom.” She beamed at me, her confidence quickly returning, becoming the kickass woman I knew her to be. “Besides,” I continued with a shrug, “I’m ready to start my own family.”

  Annika pulled back and looked at me curiously with a raised brow. “You met someone and didn’t tell me?” Her tone held a hint of hurt, and I shook my head as I let her go.

  “No, I wouldn’t do that,” I assured her. “When I meet her, I promise you’ll be the first to know.” I winked and went back to sit behind my desk.

  “When do you leave?” she asked as she plopped down onto one of the leather chairs across from me.

  “Next week. I want to have a month or so to get settled in my apartment before the fall semester starts.”

  “Okay...that’s fast,” Annika sputtered. Then she sighed, “We’ll miss you, but you’ve got to go with your gut. It’s gotten you this far, right?”

  I smiled and nodded. My gut was telling me that this was the right move, and that something was waiting for me in New York City. Something—or someone—that would change my life.

  Chapter 1

  Liam

  2 years later

  “Hey, everybody,” I greeted the class with a welcoming smile and began handing out stacks of the syllabus for the students in the front row to pass back. “Welcome to Basic Italian. I’m your professor, Dr. Grey, but you can call me Liam.” I grinned. “As long as the head of my department isn’t around.” There were some chuckles, but the sound of a slamming door quickly stole our attention, and we all looked toward the entrance to the room.

  HOLY MOTHERFUCKING HELL. Desire and possession slammed into me, nearly bringing me to my knees. Mine. The word was screaming over and over in my head and...whoa. My cock, which had basically been asleep for the past several years, was suddenly awake and straining toward the vision walking into my classroom.

  She was average in height, but her body was lush and ripe, ready for my baby to be fucked into her. Her long, straight, copper hair spilled over one shoulder and rested on perfect tits. They looked to be more than a handful, and I licked my lips in anticipation of sucking on their pebbled peaks. I frowned when I realized her T-shirt did little to hide the state of her nipples. Jealousy ripped through me, but I smoothed over my expression when I realized her jade eyes were watching me with apprehension. I smiled and gestured for her to take a seat, not trusting my voice at the moment. Her cherub face relaxed, and her rosebud mouth slid into a beautiful smile, causing deep dimples to pop in her cheeks.

  Not a microscopic sliver of doubt existed in my mind that this was the woman I’d been waiting for. She slipped into a nearby seat, and I inhaled deeply as I forced my gaze away. It almost physically hurt, and my heart raced as though she might disappear if I wasn’t looking at her. Which was ridiculous.

  I started giving my spiel about my expectations for the class and going over the syllabus. Thankfully, I had that shit memorized and didn’t have to think very hard to form the words. Usually, my accent had the female students swooning, sometimes to the point where it became annoying, but today, I was grateful for the alluring nature of my voice because my beautiful girl watched on captivated as I spoke. I managed not to give her all my attention, though I did throw her a wink. A sweet pink blush stole over her cheeks, and though she didn’t outright smile, the dimples in her cheeks appeared. It was adorable and incredibly sexy at the same time.

  Normally, I wasn’t one to take attendance. If my students could pass the tests without coming to class, I didn’t care as long as they proved they were learning. But this was a big
group, and I needed a way to find out her name. So, I whipped out the sheet and did a roll call.

  London Kennedy. Her name was as beautiful as she was. Although, it would be even more perfect when it was London Grey.

  As we neared the end of the two-hour course, I raised my eyes to my future wife once again and called out, “London, please stay for a minute after class.” She looked like a deer caught in headlights, so I smiled warmly to let her know she wasn’t in trouble.

  “Alright, any questions?” I asked the group. A few hands went up, and I answered their inquiries before dismissing the class. There was a flurry of activity as the students packed up their bags and shuffled out of the classroom. I waited behind the table in the front of the lecture hall, hiding the evidence of her effect on me. I didn’t bother to try not to stare at London as she descended the steps and walked toward me, though I probably should have. Her hips swayed seductively with every step, and my cock became painfully hard.

  As she got closer, I noticed that she looked young. Really young. I knew she was a freshman, and with her womanly curves, I assumed she was at least eighteen. But when she was standing right in front of me, I wasn’t sure. Some freshmen were early graduates and started college before they were legally adults. Fuck. Even at eighteen, I was seventeen years older than her. I mentally groaned. But what if she was underage?

  I told myself I could wait, but the fucker in my pants practically laughed and called me a liar. We both knew what I would do. She was too fucking young for me. But she would be mine.

  “Dr. Grey?” she asked softly once she’d reached the table.

  Fuuuuuck, I groaned internally. Hearing her call me that was like pouring gasoline on the fire inside me, and I worried about the zipper on my pants. It was fighting an epic battle with my dick, and I honestly wasn’t sure who would win. One thing was for certain, if I didn’t get my hands and mouth on this girl very soon, I was going to burst into flames like a phoenix and turn into a pile of smoking ash.

  “London, I’d like to speak with you in my office,” I rasped. “Please follow me.” It was a good thing this class had ended at six and was my last for the day. I couldn’t imagine teaching another class in my current state or waiting two hours to get London alone.

  I was almost to the door to the hallway when I heard a crash behind me and spun around. London had dropped her book bag, and the contents had spilled out. I took the opportunity to squeeze my dick. HARD. Otherwise, I would have come at the sight of her bent over, having clearly forgotten about her short skirt. I had a full view of her round ass in innocent, white cotton panties. Another item to add to the list of things we’d be discussing when it came to her wardrobe. She was showing off things that were for my eyes only.

  I squatted down to help her gather her things, and I happened to be the one who grabbed the small, plastic-covered tampons. Her cheeks turned bright red as she snatched them from my hand, making me bite back a smile at how cute she was. I reached for a notebook while my mind wandered, wondering if she was currently on her period or if she was just prepared. It would help if I could find out so that I knew when she was the most fertile. If I had my way, London would be sporting a swollen belly as soon as possible. I couldn’t fucking wait to fill her teenage pussy with my come until it took root in her womb and was dripping down her thighs.

  When we’d returned everything to her bag, I held out my hand to help her up. The moment her palm touched mine, the small thread of control I’d been clinging to snapped. I spun her around and pushed her back against the wall. As I crashed my mouth down onto hers, her bag dropped to the floor with a thunk before her hands flew up to grasp my biceps. The first taste of her sweet lips carried me away on a raging river of hunger and need. My tongue stroked the seam of her lips, and she opened for me. I’d grasped her face when our lips met, and I angled it so I could deepen the kiss. Then I moved them to her hips, and my dick pulsed with the desire to pound inside her while I held those lush hips still in my hands.

  She ran her fingers down my cheek and played with my beard. It created a zing of pleasure that shot straight to my dick. Who knew? Apparently, that was an erogenous zone for me. When her tentative tongue met mine, my hands shot down to grab her ass and lift her. I pressed her harder against the wall so I could glide my hands to her thighs and wrap her legs around my waist. A groan ripped from my throat when my steel cock was nestled in the juncture of her thighs, enveloped in the heat radiating through the thin cotton covering her pussy. I rocked against her, and she moaned into my mouth. It was the sexiest fucking thing I’d ever heard, and I barely managed to keep from coming. She felt amazing in my arms, and I knew it would only get better once I was buried balls deep in her tight pussy.

  With one hand back on her ass to help support her, I slid the other up to cup one of her tits. The hard nipple scraped against my palm, and we moaned in unison when I gave the globe a gentle squeeze. “Fuck. Your tits are perfect,” I grunted against her mouth. “I’m dying to get my mouth on these nipples.” I licked her lips and dived back in to devour her while my hand moved under her T-shirt and pulled down the cup of her bra. My fingers twisted and plucked at her nipple, causing her to moan and buck her hips forward. Shit. If we didn’t take this somewhere private, I was going to fuck her right up against this wall in the classroom, where anyone could walk in at any time. As much as I liked the idea that it would definitely stamp my claim on her, the bigger part of me knew that I would kill anyone who saw her like this.

  “We’ve got to stop, baby girl,” I groaned. “Or I’m going to pop your sweet cherry right here.”

  London pulled back, and her green eyes were wide. “How do you know I’m a—um...” she broke off and swallowed hard, her cheeks again blooming with the sweetest shade of pink.

  “The way you react to me,” I told her as I dragged my nose along her jaw. I inhaled deeply, and the scent of cherries invaded my senses. I retraced the path of my nose with my tongue. “I can practically smell it.” Her breath caught in her throat. “And I can’t fucking wait to taste it.” A shiver ran down her body, and I smiled as I kissed my way back to her mouth.

  I was quickly losing myself in her again when we were startled by the sound of loud laughter outside the door. I tore my lips away and had just taken a few steps back from her when the door opened, and students began pouring into the classroom. I kept my back to the crowd so they wouldn’t see the huge bulge straining against the fly of my pants. Carefully, I bent down to pick up her bag, the movement causing me to hiss with pain. I had a feeling I’d be walking funny until I was finally inside my girl.

  London looked dazed, her cheeks crimson, and her lips swollen from our kisses. It was hot as fuck, and I knew the other men in the class would be drooling over her if I didn’t get her out of there fast. On top of that, NYU had very strict rules prohibiting relationships between students and faculty. I didn’t want one of the little shits in the room to go tattling. Personally, I’d say fuck it and set up camp between London’s thighs. But I didn’t want anything, or anyone, tarnishing my baby girl.

  I quickly guided her to another door, one that led to a hallway where several of the department faculty had offices. As I was about to follow her through the door, I remembered that I’d left my phone and laptop on the desk. “Meet me in my office, baby girl,” I murmured and gently patted her ass to get her moving. “Fifth door down on the left. I’ll only be a minute.”

  The professor for the next class was walking up when I jogged over to grab my things. She smiled and said hello and was about to say something else, but I didn’t have time to chat. “Sorry, I have to run. I have a meeting in my office, and I’m already late,” I said with a wave as I hurried back to the exit where I’d left London.

  I stalked to my office, wincing from the pain of my stiff dick being contained in such tight quarters. It didn’t matter, though; I was anxious to continue what we’d started in the classroom. I’d only had one small taste, but I was already addicted. Howe
ver, I tried to calm down and find the strength to hold back because I needed to get her home. I wasn’t going to fuck her for the first time on the desk in my office. Thankfully, it was Friday, which meant I had all weekend to break her in and get her tiny body used to my big one.

  I reached the door and shoved it open, my eyes darting around to find my girl. When I realized the room was empty, I nearly roared in frustration, and my cock wept in misery. My first instinct was to go after her and drag her home, where she belonged. At the last second, the small part of my brain that wasn’t consumed with lust shouted for me to calm the fuck down and think before I acted.

  I needed a plan.

  Chapter 2

  Liam

  Before I did anything, I needed to know more about London. I pulled up her student information and sighed when I spotted her birthday. Thank fuck. She’d turned eighteen three months ago.

  There wasn’t much else that I could get from my normal access as a professor. I could break into the system, but I wasn’t a top-notch hacker. So, I decided not to waste my time when I knew someone who would be so much faster and more thorough than I ever could be.

  After gathering my things and locking my office, I left the building and headed toward 5th Ave and 10th Street, where my townhouse was located. I’d wanted something fairly close to campus, and the seventeen thousand square foot home with seven bedrooms, nine bathrooms, and a huge backyard had been a steal because the owners were desperate to sell. While I’d initially bought it as an investment, now that I’d met London, I realized it was the perfect home for a big family. And I intended to fill every room.