Mike's eyes narrowed, a predatory grin spreading across his face as he listened to her breathless confession. He wasn't about to let her bask in the afterglow just yet.
He felt a surge of vengeful lust; she had pushed him to the absolute brink, forcing that massive, violent explosion from him, and now he was going to make sure she felt the weight of that intensity all over again.
"You think you can just talk your way out of the work, Professor?" he teased, his voice dropping into a low, dangerous rumble. "You think because you took the flood, you're done? Well, fuck no!"
"You're going to pay me back for every drop you made me lose."
With a sudden, powerful movement, he shifted his position. He sat back on the edge of the bathtub, his large, muscular back leaning against the porcelain rim, his legs spread wide to create a throne of tanned, hard muscle.
He reached down, his hands wrapping around her waist like iron bands, and with a grunt of effort, he hauled her upward.
