Page 23 of My Forbidden Professor

Work us out.

No matter what it takes.

Chapter Ten

Steph

I can’t concentrate. I want to concentrate. I need to because I still have to pass this class.

The professor will understand when I tell him I’ve been preoccupied over the weekend. I don’t have to explain anything to him. I’ve worn him for two days straight and I still can’t get enough.

His kisses are an obsessive drug.

It doesn’t stop with his kisses. Everything about him is perfect—his piercing eyes, the way his dark hair skims his ears and curls over his forehead. I want to wind my fingers through it and hold on while I lose myself in his touch. His lips. Hands. Tongue. Teeth. Cock.

My clit throbs. Every fiber of my being aches for him. After a weekend of sex, I should have been okay with going back to my dorm and sleeping in my own bed, but I wasn’t. I missed him. I wanted to be back in his arms, surrounded by his scent. His body. His presence.

Thank God his lecture is on Monday morning and I didn’t have to wait too long to see him again. I take my visual fill as he leans against the podium, his arms folded.

His biceps strain against his gray Henley T-shirt. It’s casual, but it looks so good on him. His jeans hang low on his hips and I’m trying not to imagine him teaching the class naked right now because that road will only get me worked up and I can’t do anything about that now.

“So, in summary, while we see contrasting views with labor costs versus outsourcing, there are similarities to how these costs can be budgeted.” Jacob’s voice drifts across the lecture room. I catch his eye and he shoots me a smile.

My chest tightens as though my ribs squeeze around my heart, and for some ridiculous reason, my limbs get all heavy. I can’t help but reciprocate the tiny smile and instantly my cheeks heat. I hope no one else notices.

I don’t take in another word while he finishes the lecture. Students filter out. I pick up my backpack and make my way down the central stairs feeling his weighted stare on me. A presence looms behind me as I reach the ground level.

“Stephanie…” Daniel.

Chills rake my body. My full attention had been so locked on Jacob, I hadn’t given a thought to Daniel. He must have been sitting in the back of the lecture theater like the shadow-dweller he is.

“Miss Smith?” Jacob prowls from the podium, gaze darting behind me.

Students part around me. I spin, seeing Daniel close enough to reach out and touch. His gaze blazes through me. His mouth is a straight line and he practically vibrates as though he’s a keg under pressure. He’s going to try to squeeze more money from me.

“I have time for our one-on-one you requested now, if you’re ready?” Jacob says. He moves in front of me, standing as close to me as Daniel is behind me. His eyes are trained on Daniel.

“Hey, I need the time. Not her.” Daniel shifts behind me, coming up closer.

“I haven’t seen your booking come through on my calendar.” Jacob’s eyes frost over, turning them to deep navy.

“I’m personally requesting it now. I need it more than she does,” Daniel says.

“I’m happy to provide half an hour personal time. As long as it’s booked through the university system,” Jacob says.

“But you said she personally requested it. I heard you say that…” Daniel says.

“And it’s none of your business how I take student bookings.”

Daniel’s gaze narrows and slides from Jacob to me. I look to the floor, not only because I don’t want to see him, but I don’t want Daniel reading anything in my face that would give us away.

“I thought we could catch up for a coffee…Steph,” Daniel says, making my shoulders ram up tight around my ears.

Why can’t he give up?

“I need Jacob to help me with a problem,” I say.

The anger vibrating from Daniel scratches below my skin like a thousand tiny claws nipping at me. He leans down and presses the front of his shoulder into my back. He’s not as tall as Jacob, but he’s built with more muscle. I thought I was attracted to that—the regular high school jock. But that was before I discovered he was the regular high school jerk. I was so young. Now I find Jacob’s lean, runner’s build pure attraction. “Don’t you mean ‘Professor Black’?”

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