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  Loved By Him

  Tattooed Brides, Book 5

  M.K. Moore

  Flirty Filth Publishing

  Loved by Him (Tattooed Brides, Book 5)

  By M.K. Moore

  © M.K. Moore 2019 Flirty Filth Publishing.

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  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, locales, or organizations is entirely coincidental.

  The use of actors, artists, movies, TV shows and song titles/lyrics throughout this book are done so for storytelling purposes and should in no way be seen as an advertisement. Trademark names are used editorially with no intention of infringement of the respective owner’s trademark.

  This book is intended for adults only. Contains sexual content and language that may offend some. The suggested reading audience is 18 years or older. I consider this book as Erotic Adult Romance.

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  Contents

  Blurb

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Epilogue

  Epilogue

  Acknowledgments

  Other books by MK Moore

  About the Author

  Dedicated to those who loved someone they shouldn’t have. It’s the best, isn’t it?

  Blurb

  Madalinn wasn't looking for love. Especially not in the form of her sexy as hell professor.

  When she goes to him for help with her senior thesis, that isn't all he helps her with.

  James shouldn't want his student, but he does. It's a whirlwind that can't be helped. It was meant to be.

  Can they keep it under wraps until graduation?

  Or will everything they've worked for be destroyed.

  This is book five in the Tattooed Brides Series. It's safe, steamy, and over the top.

  Chapter 1

  James Tilson

  The last few months of my life have been a mess, to say the least. Finding out that I had another sister made me mad as hell, to be honest, I still am. Shaynah is a lovely person, one I would have liked to have had in my life long before now. I am still mad at my father for his actions and I don’t see that changing any time soon. I understand that he was angry at my mother for abandoning us, but to treat a woman like he did, like she was no better than gum on the bottom of a shoe, I’ll never understand that if I live to be a hundred. I believe in one woman for life. Which would explain why I am a twenty-eight-year-old virgin. I’ve gone on a lot of first dates, but I knew right away that they weren’t the one, so I didn’t pursue them any further.

  As a professor of philosophy at Georgia University located in Brunswick, Georgia, I am not what you would call a typical professor. I am covered in tattoos, not that you could tell that from the tweed sweater with suede elbow patches I have on and the fact that I wear my hair long. It's usually kept back from my face with a bit of leather. My students call my teaching method down to Earth. I just teach how I wish my professors would have taught me.

  The winter semester started today but for some reason, the winter holidays start tomorrow through January fifth. So, while it seems pointless to me, here I am. I watch as my new students pile into the lecture hall. One student practically floats on air. I can’t help noticing her. She’s wearing a long black dress and a red sweater. The shoes peeking out are chucks and they match my own. Her blonde hair is a riot of curls that I want to bury my hands in. This is a small class, only twenty students. It is a small discussion group on ancient Greek philosophy. It is a requirement for graduation with a major in philosophy. I chose to become a professor, but many go on to become lawyers, doctors, or members of the clergy. I clear my throat and try not to stare at the girl. Fuck it, I can’t stop.

  “Good afternoon and welcome to Philosophy 1290. I am Professor Tilson. I am not going to really get started on the curriculum until after the holidays. But I will pass out the syllabus, which you can also find in my ETeach on the website. There you will turn in papers and take your tests. This room will be a place for discussion. Free thinking discussion in a judgment free zone. I hope you all understand that now. I will not tolerate anything else. Otherwise, I am pretty laid back. I wish we had more time to go into this today, but this is a crazy schedule,” I say getting a few chuckles. “So today, I thought we’d go around the room and introduce ourselves since this a much more intimate setting than we are used to. I’ll start. My name is James. I am from Savannah. I hate jazz music and blueberries. Who’s next?”

  Several people introduce themselves by standing up and taking the floor. Then my girl stands up next and I sit down on the edge of my desk. She’s breathtakingly beautiful. I hate that the guys in the class are noticing that too. Just as I do, they hang on to her every word.

  “My name is Madalinn Savion. I am from Decorah, Iowa. You’ve probably never heard of it. It’s very, very small. This is the very last credit I need to graduate, though to be honest, I am not sure why I am taking this class. I want to teach kindergarten. I, um, also hate jazz,” she says sitting back down abruptly. I scan her face to find it beet red. The sound of her voice is enough to make my cock rock hard. I am having a difficult time listening to the other students who go after her because I still can’t stop staring at her. She smiles at me softly but she’s staring at me too. I shouldn’t want her, but I do.

  After class, she remains behind, looking like a sin that I want to commit forever. The only sin.

  “Professor Tilson?” she asks hesitantly. Her voice is breathy and goes straight to my cock. I have no idea how I am going to make it through this semester if just the sound of her voice gives my dick a mind of its own.

  “Yes, Ms. Savion?” I ask after clearing my throat.

  “I was wondering if there is any possible way that you could become my thesis advisor? I know it’s short notice, but my last advisor, Professor Parry, retired suddenly, as I am sure you know.”

  “Of course. I took over her class, but I wasn’t aware that she was currently advising anyone,” I tell her, grabbing the handwritten note on my desk from Tabitha Parry. She is up there in years and recently took a bad fall. I don’t think she was quite ready to retire, but it became medically necessary. Reading it again, I see nothing about it. Her sudden departure has sent the entire department into a frenzy as to who would be the new department head. There has been no announcement on that yet, but I am hopeful that it will be me. I am the youngest tenured professor, so while I am eligible, some of the older professors will fight that hard.

  “I think I was the only one and we weren’t due to begin until after Christmas. If it’s too much trouble, I can find someone else.” Over my dead body, I think as I watch in fascination as she plays with the cuff on the sleeve of her sweater.

  “That won’t be necessary, Ms. Savion. I would be happy to advise you,” I tell her.

  “Oh, please call me Madalinn,” she says holding out her hand to me. As soon as I touch her soft fingertips, the jolt of electric
ity that courses through my veins tells me I was right about Madalinn.

  “Jim. Everyone calls me Jim,” I tell her.

  “Thank you so much, Jim,” she breathes, before launching herself into my arms. Shit. She fits perfectly in my arms. Her perfume is going to be the death of me.

  “You are very welcome,” I all but growl in her ear. I know it’s wrong. I know she feels it too, whatever this is between us, as her breath hitches.

  “I-I’m very behind on my thesis. I think I might need lots of help,” she says.

  “Are you going home for the holidays?” I ask. If I am going down, I might as well start my descent into madness right now.

  “I don’t really have a home,” she says. “I mean, um, my parents died earlier this year. I just have my tiny apartment off-campus.”

  “I am sorry for your loss,” I say honestly. How terrible that must be for her, all alone in the world. It makes me want to protect her. It’s an animalistic feeling.

  “Thank you,” she says, into my chest. Why hasn’t she moved away from me? Why does this feel so right?

  “You should spend Christmas with me. My step-mother really puts on a show,” I blurt, without thinking of the consequences. Once it’s out there though, I realize that’s what I want.

  “You don’t think that would be inappropriate?” she asks, still not moving out of my arms.

  “Totally. But that’s half the fun, isn’t it?”

  “Yes. Where do you want me?”

  In my bed, but first things first.

  “I am leaving to head home in about an hour. Bring whatever you need for the week,” I tell her.

  “Okay,” she says pulling away from me. She grabs a pen off my desk and a piece of paper. “This is my address and my number. Come get me in an hour. I don’t have a car, so you’ll have to pick me up if that’s okay.”

  “Not a problem. See you then,” I say, taking the piece of paper from her.

  She grabs her things and flits from the lecture hall. Taking one last look back at me, she smiles, and I could swear my heart explodes in my chest. Son of a bitch, what am I doing? Entering into a relationship with a student can get me fired, but I don’t give a fuck.

  In my last class of the day, my world changed, and it took me by surprise. I wasn’t expecting this feeling and I certainly wasn’t expecting the cause of that feeling to be a student, but it is what it is.

  Merry Christmas to me.

  Chapter 2

  Madalinn Savion

  What the hell am I thinking? I wonder as I all but run home from class. I don’t have a lot of time to get ready, but I am totally doing this. I am sure that it is a thousand percent normal to go home for Christmas with your professor. Right?

  As soon as I walked into that room, everything changed for me. I get the feeling that the clean-cut professor vibe he gives off isn’t all there is to him. I saw the tattoos peeking out of ridiculously hot sweater. I mean, within an hour of meeting me he’s already inviting me to his house for the holidays. I’ve heard he does this every semester. Picks a girl, fucks her, and then moves on. Despite never having done this, I want this. With him. I am not sure what that says about me though. The university's code of conduct is very specific about students and professors getting it on, but I don't care. The fact that he makes me feel something other than sadness makes it worth it. Even if I am delusional, it's worth it.

  At least it’s not for a grade, I tell myself as I unlock the door to my apartment. I grab my suitcase and start filling it with clothes, shoes, makeup, everything I think I’ll need for the week. Then I hop in the shower. I take extra care in shaving and washing my hair. I am still blow drying my hair, singing Nobody But You by Blake Shelton and Gwen Stefani at the top of my lungs. I like to hear myself over the noise of the hairdryer. I see something out of the corner of my eye. Jim startles me by walking right into my bathroom, but I stifle my gasp. I can see him behind me through the mirror. I am just wrapped in a towel. He has this look on his face like he wants to eat me alive, then he growls. Like actually growls at me. I turn off the hairdryer and set it down on the counter before turning to him.

  “You just walk into people’s homes whenever you feel like?” I ask sassily. I am not even sure where that comes from as I am not a sassy person by nature.

  “You didn’t answer the door,” he says shrugging, like that absolves him of the crime. “You should be more careful and lock your door. I could have been anyone.”

  “But you are not just anyone are you?” I ask raising an eyebrow to him.

  “No, I am not,” he says advancing on me.

  “Am I dreaming right now?” I ask suddenly. It would be just like me to dream up this whole damn day.

  “No, Trouble. You are wide awake,” he tells me.

  “Trouble?” I question.

  “Yeah. I know you’re gonna get me in trouble and I’d still ask for more,” he says backing me up to the counter. Then his lips are on mine and I am lost. He commands me without a word. My body craves him in a way that should frighten me, but it doesn’t. It can’t because this feels so right. This kiss is all-consuming. I feel as if my body is on fire. I moan loudly as his tongue sweeps into my mouth.

  “Jimmy,” I moan as he pulls away from me, my hands clutching his sexy sweater.

  “Mads,” he growls. “Where’s your bed? I was going to take it slow, but there’s no fucking way I can do that now.”

  “Why not?” I whisper, my fingers moving to my now swollen lips. I don’t want him to take it slow. I want him. Now.

  “You are too tempting. Too perfect.”

  “I’m not perfect, I assure you.”

  “You don’t see what I see,” he says. My tummy flutters and so does my dripping wet pussy.

  “My bed is through there,” I say indicating the open pocket door to the left. The way my apartment is set up, there is only one bathroom, but it can be accessed from the living room and my bedroom. He lifts me into his arms, my towel barely hanging on. He tosses me on my bed and kicks his shoes off. Then the rest of his clothes. Suddenly, he is standing naked at the foot of my bed. My legs fall open as does my mouth. The first thing I notice is that he has way more tattoos than I previously thought. His cock is massive. It’s hard, huge, and pointing straight at me. He grabs his dick and strokes the length up and down. Up and down. My mouth and pussy waters at the thought of it anywhere near me. My towel is itchy all of a sudden, so I rip it from my body and toss it away. He sucks in a breath.

  “Perfection. Just like I thought,” he says staring at me. I watch with hooded eyes as his gaze travels down my body, landing on my pussy.

  “Are you just gonna stare at me, Professor?” I ask. The look on his face when I call him that tells me he wasn’t expecting that.

  “Yes. Don’t interrupt me, Mads. I want to savor you before I destroy you.”

  “Destroy me?”

  “You’ll never want another man again,” he says.

  “There has been no other man,” I admit. This time, I can’t decipher the look on his face.

  “Really?” he asks incredulously.

  “Surprised? I am sure you are not used to virgins, Professor.’ I say pulling the afghan at the foot of the bed up to cover my body. “I’ve heard the rumors about you,” I tell him. His head snaps up.

  “What rumors?” he growls.

  “Just that you pick a new girl every semester. You’re a fuck and chuck kind of guy. I am okay with that. I still want this,” I tell him. “Do you want my cherry?”

  “Madalinn, I assure you that there is no truth to those rumors,” he says pulling the blanket off of me. “There has never been another woman for me. There never will be. Do you get it? You’re it for me.”

  “You expect me to believe that you’re a virgin too?” I ask, looking at his massive dick yet again. There’s no fucking way.

  “You can believe whatever you want, but I don’t lie. I wouldn’t lie about that. When I slide my cock into you, it’ll be t
he only pussy I’ll ever fuck. Don’t you feel the connection between us, Mads? It was instant, as soon as you walked into my lecture hall. I could see our future clearly. You’ll be my only love, my wife, and the mother of my children.”

  “I feel it,” I assure him. I’ve never thought about kids before, but if they are his kids, I want them.

  “I knew you’d be trouble,” he says grinning. He crawls on the bed and presses his body down over mine. He kisses me, sealing our fates. I can feel his cock digging into the top of my pussy, seeking entrance. I shift my hips and wrap my legs around his waist. This is it. The moment I become a woman. No, that’s not right.

  This is the moment I become his.

  Chapter 3

  Jim

  Kissing her feels amazing. She’s amazing. She’s so responsive to my touch. I have no idea what the hell I’m doing, but I know the basic biology of it. Her wet pussy is touching the tip of my cock and I realize that I am not wearing a condom, not that I have one. Reaching between us, I line my cock up with her opening.

  “I hear this might hurt,” I tell her, hoping it doesn’t.

  “Who cares, Jimmy? I need you,” she says writhing underneath me. I push my hips forward and surge into her, balls deep. She gasps. “Worth it,” she says through clenched teeth. I kiss her again until she starts moving. Then I pull out of her and slide back in. Over and over, she meets me thrust for thrust. “I’m yours now,” she whispers filling me with a need like I’ve never known.