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Noah snorted. “Believe me, I’m aware.”

He wrapped her in his arms and kissed the top of her head. “We should feed you since we missed dinner. I don’t even know what time it is.”

Her stomach rumbled and made them both laugh.

They sat together on the couch and ate Chinese takeout a little while later since it was later than either of them realized, and it was one of the few things they could get.

“Did you at least get a lot of good work done today?” he asked while they ate.

She smiled. “You’re sweet. You don’t have to pretend to be interested in my research. I know it’s boring.”

He laughed. “You forget that I have my PhD, too. I just don’t use the title very often.”

“You should. Dr. Jasper is sexy.”

He grinned. “Is it?”

She nodded slowly.

“Then you can call me that when we’re in public and you aren’t comfortable saying Sir.”

Reva blushed, and he was even more on board for the idea. He’d never really enjoyed being called doctor. But hearing it on Reva’s lips was better than anything he’d heard in a while other than her cries of pleasure and pain.

“What do you want to do tomorrow?” he asked.

“Tomorrow?”

“It’s Sunday and for once I don’t have to go out of town. I thought we could spend the day together and I’ll let you pick at least one of the activities.”

She grinned. “I’m sure you’ve got sex covered, so I’ll pick something else.”

He laughed. “Unless you just want to admit to being a horny little slut who needs to be tied to the bed and fucked all day long.”

Watching her squirm had him wanting to take her to bed right then, but he wanted her to finish eating and get more sleep. The day had been stressful. She needed to recover.

“Do you really think I’m a slut?” she asked after a moment of silence.

“Does it matter?”

She shrugged. “I just want to know that you respect me even with all the things that we do.”

He tucked a hand under her chin. “If I didn’t respect you we wouldn’t be in this relationship. If I didn’t respect you, I wouldn’t be insisting that you finish your PhD or be trying to take you to public events. Reva, I’m not looking for just a fuck toy I can discard when I’m done. I’m looking for someone who can take everything I give and still be the powerful badass she is when she leaves my bed.”

Chapter 22

Reva

Reva sat in her office on Monday and flipped through a textbook while she waited for an appointment that was supposed to arrive in half an hour, but focusing was impossible.

She was supposed to be writing a pop quiz for the freshmen class she taught, but she might surprise the students with only two questions since that’s all she was coming up with at the moment.

But she would not give up. At least not until her appointment arrived.

As she wrote a potential third question, her phone rang.

“This is Reva.”

“Hey, Reva. It’s Selena. I’ve got a Monica Parrish here asking to see you. Should I let her in? I know things are weird for you with security right now.”

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