Hide With Me (The Game, #13)

by Cara Dee

“Coming in here tonight did not go as planned,” I confessed. Reese smirked. “That’s always my goal.”

“And there he is,” I heard a familiar Texan stage-whisper. “The elusive Santiago Jones. It’s important we don’t spook him, little darlin’, ’cause he might run away again.”

Dean and I trailed over to the door, and it only took Kit a couple seconds to spot us. He widened his eyes, then blurted out, “Abandon ship, every man for himself!” and ran off.

“Hey, little one,” I said casually. “You hidin’ from someone?” He winced and bit at his thumbnail. “Maybe?” Excellent timing for Dean to walk through the door and reveal himself to Gael. “Oh crap,” Gael mumbled. “Um, hello, Professor Aavik.” “Hello, dear.” Dean was as amused as I was. “If we pretend I didn’t already know you’re my student, you just gave yourself away.” “Aw, man.” Gael made a face and zipped up his jacket higher, as if he was trying to retreat into it. “So this is embarrassing.” “More like entertaining,” I offered.

At first glance, Santiago was the man you didn’t wanna meet in a dark alley. At second glance, you wanted to beg him to take you there.

Step one, be less awkward. I should be able to accomplish that in a year or two.

“Okay, I’m done!” Gael declared. “Is this okay, Sir?” Joshua joined him and inspected the chopped carrots, and he pressed a kiss to the boy’s hair. “They’re perfect. Kinda like you.” Oh, for heaven’s sake. If this was Joshua standing down, I didn’t want to experience him at full steam ahead.

“I’m your boy?” “Damn fuckin’ right.” Warmth and sheer joy flooded me. This was exactly how I wanted him, happy and cuddly and carefree. “And what does that make me?” He hummed and dragged those kissable lips to mine. “My Daddy,” he whispered. Fuck yeah. His Daddy.

“If you’re happy, don’t ever ask a Sadist to pinch you, because he will.”

“Did you bring your pillow for a reason?” he murmured. “Yes, Sir.” I planned on staying a while. “This is my new pacifier, Daddy.”

“This little ass is mine now, baby boy. I wish you could see how tightly it’s stretched around Daddy’s cock. Fucking hell.”

Drop the class? The best professor in the world’s class? You could also have the best professor in the world fuck you into next week.

“You and me,” I murmured, “and our little peach.” He grinned, at last, and cupped the back of my neck. “Now we’re talkin’.”

“Excuse me, ma’am?” Greer spoke up from behind me. “I just found out I have to carpe both a diem and a brat, so I thought I’d do that out on the lawn after we’ve eaten.” “Oh, Corey,” Kit snickered from the crowd. “Crap,” Corey sighed. “Sometimes, regret comes faster than I do.”