Page 33 of Forbidden Obsession

My pussy was still whacking between my thighs, my clit jumping as if it was waiting to meet up with its master.

Slowly, I turned to eye Emma. “Tell me how you really feel.”

She smirked. “I just did.” She shrugged. “You asked us last week if we would fuck an administrator, well…” she let that sentence linger, but Emma had already expressed what I knew.

“He’s got to be the hottest man alive,” Alice added. Surprised, I glanced at Alice. “What?”

“You rarely speak on men.”

“Boys,” she reiterated. “I rarely speak on boys because, most of the time, they are not worth mentioning.”

I laughed and reached out to high-five her. Our antics brought the attention of Professor Lucas.

“Ladies, is there something you’d like to share with the class?” His deep voice stimulated me, and I squirmed again.

“There is something, but I don’t want to share it with either of them,” Emma courageously said.

Laughter from the women in the class filled the room, nods and agreements adding to our shared amusement. The boys shook their heads, most of them jealous the professor was getting this attention from us all.

Professor Lucas nodded. “I see. How about you help us with the course, Ms. Taylor, and answer the question that I asked?”

“What was the question?”

More laughter shot up around the room, and I suppressed my smile, though I couldn’t hide my blush.

“You seem to find this funny, Ms. Cattaneo. Do you have an answer for me?”

I sucked in my mirth and thought quickly about the question we’d all missed.

“I’ll be honest, Professor Lucas, I, too, missed the question. I was much more focused on…”

His gaze darkened, and my nipples hardened. “On what, Ms. Cattaneo?”

I swiped my tongue across my teeth, my skin hot, and nerves jumping across my flesh.

“If you repeat the question, I can answer you.”

His gaze dropped to my mouth, lingered, then he rubbed his lips together.

“What is the edge of space termed, and where does it begin?”

I held his gaze as I answered, “The edge of space is referred to as the Kármán line, named after Hungarian-American physicist Theodore von Kármán. It begins sixty-two miles above Earth’s atmosphere.”

He stared at me for a long minute, then tilted his head. “Well done.”

“Do I get a treat for answering correctly?”

His brow rose, but he didn’t miss a beat. “See me after class, and I may have something for you.”

The women in the class whistled and laughed.

“All right, you’ve had your fun,” he said. “Let’s refocus.”

He moved on to the next question, raising more issues to which other women who wanted that same attention he’d given me quickly raised their hands.

Emma leaned over. “I think he’s proud of you, girl. You better seduce him while you’ve got the chance.”

I smirked and shook my head.

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