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  The Pregnant Professor

  McKenzie Cousins Book Eleven

  Lexi Buchanan

  Contents

  McKenzie Family Tree

  1. One

  2. Two

  3. Three

  4. Four

  5. Five

  6. Six

  7. Seven

  8. Eight

  9. Nine

  10. Ten

  11. Eleven

  12. Twelve

  13. Thirteen

  Next Book in the Series

  Dear Reader

  Acknowledgments

  Other books by Lexi Buchanan

  About the Author

  Copyright © 2020 by Lexi Buchanan

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  Published by HFCA Publishing House

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  McKenzie Family Tree

  Elias and Pippa McKenzie

  Lucien & Sabrina (Entice #4)

  Alexander (Kissing Cousins #4)

  Olivia (A Cowboy for Christmas #8)

  Michael & Lily (Seduce #1, The Wedding #1.5)

  Michael Jr (A Business Decision #2)

  Charlotte (Secret Kisses #3)

  Sirena (Baby Makes Three #1)

  Joshua (A Secret Affair #9)

  Sebastian & Carla (Rapture #2)

  Madison (If Only #5)

  Dylan (One Christmas #10)

  Ruben & Rosie (Delight #3)

  Ryan (It Started with a Kiss #12)

  Sofia (A Bakers Delight #7)

  Jaxon (The Pregnant Professor #11)

  Ramon & Noah (Cherished #5)

  Paige (Princess & The Puck #6)

  Rachel (Kissing Cousins #4)

  One

  Prologue ~ Jaxon

  Music so loud thuds in my head with every beat while I try to adjust my eyes in the crowded nightclub. There is only one reason why I'm putting myself through this, and her name is Poppy Green—a young genius who turns heads wherever she goes. And yes, that includes mine. The difference between them and me is that I'm the only guy who makes her blush a lovely shade of red when I talk to her.

  Professor Green, at the age of twenty-seven, knows her subject: English Lit, but she appears clueless when it comes to me. She's had my attention from the moment I spotted her moving quickly through the courtyard of the University. Her legs had eaten up the distance while her brown hair had bounced around her shoulders. I'd gotten a closer look during the lecturers she'd covered, and I wanted to see a lot more of her.

  I’d gotten the message loud and clear—no dating students. However, there was something about her that I couldn’t walk away from. Her smile made me crave her until my body was hot and uncomfortable. It hadn’t gone unnoticed by her.

  She'd been so apparent at the end of the lecture earlier today when she'd made sure I’d overhear the details of her date.

  So here I am, stalking my Professor because she shouldn’t be on a date with anyone but me. My decision to be here has a lot to do with her hesitation about following through with whatever she’s arranged, more than my jealousy. If I thought she truly wanted to be here with him, no matter how much it hurt, I wouldn’t be punishing myself by being here. I just want to make sure she’s okay.

  My head feels like it's going to explode soon if I don't get out of the club as my eyes take another look around. She has to be here unless she's already left. Jealousy pulses low in my belly at the thought of her already moving with the asshole, and then I see her, and I grin.

  With closed eyes, she sways to the music. I don't even think, and walk toward her, intending to claim the woman for myself. No one tries to stop me; they just move out of the way as though they’re aware of my final destination.

  I swallow around the ball of lust in my throat as my eyes focus on the rocking of her hips—fast and slow. She has a good rhythm, but all I can think about is her moving like that while straddling me—her body warm and wet.

  Fuck!

  If I don't get myself together, it's going to become embarrassing. My cock has a mind of its own as it throbs, so fucking hard behind my zipper. I'm glad I prefer long-sleeved sports shirts so that my hard-on is covered.

  My body pulses as I continue watching the sexy woman, and throwing caution to the wind, I step into her. My arms wrap around her waist, and I swear to God, I nearly come when her ass slams on my dick. She moans in my arms, reaching up with hers, slipping her hands to the nape of my neck. Her fingers burn where they touch on my skin.

  “Poppy, you need to stop,” I beg.

  “I want you to touch me, Jaxon. Touch me as I’ve imagined,” she whispers in a husky voice. “Put your hands on me.”

  “How’d you know it was me?” I ask, moving my hands to her hips, which I grip tightly.

  Her ass continues moving, creating fucking arousing friction on my dick. I know I should stop her, but I can't get my head working correctly. Signals from my brain are going no place.

  Poppy turns her face up to mine and holding my gaze, whispers, “I knew you were here from the moment you stepped foot in the place. Only you make my body burn.”

  Our lips brush together, and every tingly nerve in my body rushes along my cock. Poppy pants into my mouth, and I claim it as mine. I never want to remove my lips as flavor bursts on my tongue. She whimpers, frantically rubbing her ass, and then she's moaning, long and heated against my lips. My breath sticks in the back while I’m coming in my jeans like a fucking teenager.

  My hands grip her hips, keeping her pressed against me while I come undone. Poppy makes a small cry and tries to wiggle free, except I’m stronger and keep her in my arms. My mouth finds her ear, and I whisper, “Come home with me? Be mine for one night. Be naughty with me.”

  “Oh God,” she pants. “Yes.”

  Thank you, God!

  ***

  The moment we enter my apartment, I push a nervous Poppy up against the wall while I blindly search for the lock on the door. At the club, she'd had a buzz going, but in the cold air of Boston, she'd lost that alcohol haze. I'm glad because I want her to open her eyes and see me. The real me. The guy who wants her for a lot more than sex. I'm sure as hell not going to back out of what I promised her thirty minutes ago. My cock is already twitching to get out of my jeans.

  She looks fucking hot pressed up against the wall, her arms stretched above her head, and her round ass mere inches from the front of my jeans. Without taking my eyes from her rump, I kick my shoes free and toe the socks off. But I need to slow down before I'm inside her in two seconds.

  I snap my eyes closed and pull in a few large breaths before opening them again as I drop to my knees. I sling my shirt over my head and unfasten my jeans, making room for my erection to breathe.

  I'm eye-level with her firm ass and enjoy the shiver that runs through her as my hands slide up beneath her fitted dress. My hands move toward her hips, and I've yet to encounter panties, but my cock jerks hard when I discover she isn't wearing any. I push her legs apart and can't resist sliding my fingers between—arousal coating them.

  “Look at me,” I demand.

  Her head turns, and her eyes heat with a fire I've never seen in her before. Holding her gaze, I slowly suck my fingers.

  "Oh, God, Jaxon." She trembles.

  “Take it off. I want you bare.”

  Without pausing, she lifts the dress
over her head and lets it drop to the floor.

  I stand no chance now.

  Quickly moving to my feet, I drop my jeans and shorts, kicking them away. My hand wraps around my cock, and I stroke while my eyes look over Poppy's back. She's one hot woman.

  “I want you to ride my cock as you did in the club, but this time, I’m going to come inside your pussy.” I press kisses on her neck and follow her spine down, crouching, so I’m eye-level with her cute bottom. I bite each firm cheek before quickly standing and positioning my cock at her entrance. I then press her hips downwards as I shove up.

  She's so fucking tight that my eyes roll with pleasure, and my balls nearly burst when Poppy squeezes me and moans. "You feel perfect, Jaxon." She swivels her hips, and my head fucking spins.

  “So good,” she moans.

  I release her hips and find my eyes fixated on her ass as she moves. I slide my hands around to her belly and up to her breasts. Her body breaks out in goosebumps when I pinch her nipples, rubbing them with the palms of my hands before I tweak them again. I cup the weight of her breasts and take her tight nipples between my finger and thumbs, rolling and tugging the flesh.

  Her hips are frantically moving, and my dick is seconds from blowing when I realize I don't want our first time to be like this. I want to watch her body take its pleasure from mine.

  Pulling out, Poppy moans, “No,” trying to keep me inside her snug pussy, but she shudders when I turn her in my arms and enter her again.

  “I need to watch you come,” I explain, and drop to the sofa with her under me.

  Her hands cup my face as I drop my forehead to hers. I wrap my arms around her hips to hold her tightly, and then I thrust hard. Her eyes widen as her body grows wetter, hotter.

  Poppy gasps and tries to wiggle, so I change position slightly and make sure her hips are pinned to the sofa as I thrust and thrust. Her pussy quivers around my cock, hardening me further. Her fingers slide over my head as I suck and nip at her nipples, and then she squeezes me so fucking tight as her orgasm hits, my own joining hers. Semen pours out of me. Nothing has ever felt so fucking hot as coming inside of her with nothing between us.

  Oh, fuck! Condom!

  I give a half-assed attempt at pulling out, but she refuses to unlock her legs from around my hips.

  My body hums and hardens when I feel her fingernails digging into my ass. She wiggles beneath me as I drop my face into the curve of her neck and groan from the pleasure.

  “I need you again,” she whispers. “Make love to me.”

  ***

  I come awake wondering if a penis can fall off from coming too many times in one night. Then I laugh at my stupidity.

  Reaching out, my hand connects with cold sheets. I stumble from the bed, my cock already hard and aching. In the living room, it slowly starts to hit me—she's left. How could she go without waking me?

  A piece of paper catches my eye, sitting on the breakfast bar. I don’t even touch it when the words she’s written jump from the page into my brain.

  Jaxon,

  You asked for one night.

  Maybe I’ll see you around if I’m ever back in Boston.

  Poppy.

  What the ever-loving fuck!

  I drop my naked ass to a kitchen chair. Not only has she left me, but Boston? Why didn't I know she was going? How could she leave after the night we shared?

  Because you asked for one night. You, asshole!

  I didn’t want one night. I wanted every damn night with her. I only offered her one night to get her in my bed where I planned—today—to make sure she stayed and understood how much she means to me.

  I was playing forever.

  Two

  Jaxon

  My feet pound on the pavement, and sweat runs down my back, trickling between the cheeks of my ass. I struggle for breath as more sweat runs into my eyes; the more I push myself forward. It’s been like this for the past four months. I'm angry she left. I also miss seeing her around. Every day she'd walk through Boston Common, and I'd take great delight in seeing the blush high on her cheekbones when she'd see me running toward her. I missed her smile. I missed the way her eyes lighted as she’d raise them to mine.

  Shaking my head, I swallow hard and continue pushing myself further through Jacobson Park, Lexington. Splashing through a puddle from the recent rain, I lift my gaze and focus on the McKenzie building straight ahead. It rises sixty stories into the low clouds, becoming larger the closer I get.

  I've been working there for the past month. So far, I'm enjoying being the Health Coordinator for the company. It sounds more impressive than it is. Still, it means I get to spend time doing what I love—running, swimming, hockey—while getting the McKenzie employees motivated to look after their health with any level of exercise. There is some resistance. However, in general, I have a percentage of the staff signed up.

  Sighing heavily, I follow the curve of the path around to the right and nearly fall over my feet.

  In the distance, a woman climbs into a taxi, the shine of her dark hair catching the sun. She’s in profile and stops me cold.

  Turn around. Turn around.

  The taxi pulls away with my eyes fixed on the back window, desperate for the woman in the cab to turn around so I can see her face. She disappears around the corner without a backward glance. It couldn’t have been Poppy.

  I’m going crazy.

  Jogging across the road, I enter the McKenzie building and head straight for the reception desk where Sian smiles, flashing her pearly whites.

  "Morning, Jaxon," she greets, shoving her chest out.

  The first time she did this, I was caught off guard and allowed myself to become distracted. I wasn't interested, just surprised.

  "The woman who just left, who did she meet with?" I question and watch her smile slip, and her lips become tight. I've made a mistake, and unless I lay on the charm, she isn't going to tell me anything. So, leaning further over the desk, I whisper, "I'd appreciate the information, Sian."

  “Enough to have a drink with me?”

  “Yes,” I say quickly. Probably a mistake, but anything right now to find out who that woman was.

  Sian stays silent, and I can see her brain ticking over before a smile splits her face. "She didn't want to see anyone. Came in off the street and asked if I could call her a cab.” She shrugs. “I helped a girl out.” A breath away, she asks, “What about that drink after work?”

  Disappointment settles in the pit of my stomach because I thought it had been Poppy. I’d desperately wanted it to have been. I see the sexy Professor everywhere, when in fact, she isn’t there.

  “After work, Jaxon?” Sian interrupts my thoughts, and I blink, wondering what the hell she's going on about. "You agreed to have drinks with me if I told you what that woman wanted…So, drink after work. I'll be waiting," she whispers, not giving me a chance to contradict her.

  Fuck!

  Hearing the swish of an elevator, I take the opportunity to escape up to the fifty-sixth floor where our head office is. My own doesn’t have a private bathroom, but my cousin, Michael, has one. I’m more than willing to share it with him.

  I grin, getting off the elevator and walk straight into Alexander, another cousin, and new father. He winces when he sees my sweaty self. "Why are you punishing yourself?" He backs away.

  “Running isn’t punishment.” I walk with him. “It helps clear my head and sets me up for the day.”

  “Whatever,” he mumbles. “I get enough exercise with Rachel.”

  “I shudder at the thought.”

  “Hey, don’t knock it until you try it.” He shoves me with his shoulder.

  He doesn't realize I've stopped walking until I whisper, "I wanted to try, but she disappeared."

  Alexander turns wearing a frown across his brows. "That's the first time I've heard you admit something is going on with a girl."

  Weary, I follow him into his office and drop on his sofa. "We had one amazing night. The follo
wing morning, I awoke and found she'd left. Not only me but the State. I'd wanted her for more than a night, Alex. I wanted her to stay."

  “Have you tried to find her?”

  "I know where she went." I dip my head at the thought of her with someone else. "She was with another man." I lift my gaze to Alexander. "All I want is for her to be happy, and if that isn't with me, then I'll hopefully get over it. I'm just not ready to let her go yet." I groan and lean back against the sofa. "I think I've just agreed to go out for drinks with Sian."

  “Who?”

  “The girl you hired as a receptionist.”

  "Now, I'm confused."

  After I explain how that came about, Alexander the asshole laughs. "Wait until I tell Rachel." He coughs and brings himself under control. "She is good at her job."

  "That might be the case, but she wants a husband with the McKenzie surname, and now, because I'm a nice guy, I'm taking her for drinks."

  "Something is up with your brother, so take her to Kenza and check in on him."

  I frown. “Ryan? He seemed okay at New Year. He was talking about investing in condoms with the baby boom going on in the family.”

  Alexander rolls his eyes. “That doesn’t surprise me.” Moving from the chair to behind his desk, he says, “I have work to do, as I’m sure you do.”

  “I need a shower first.” I grin. “Michael in?”

  Shaking his head, Alexander chuckles. "You have roughly thirty minutes before he is."