Page 24 of My Forbidden Professor

My face heats with sticky perspiration as I immediately realize my mistake. “My apologies, Professor. I didn’t mean to sound so informal.”

Most people would have taken my apology as a small faux pas but Daniel is not most people. I’m going to have to be extra cautious around both him and Jacob.

“Don’t mention it. Miss Smith,” Jacob says. “As I was saying, I have time now. If it doesn’t suit, you may book me again through the university portal.”

“No. Ah, now would be great,” I say.

“I would like to see you, Steph. For old times’ sake. When you’re free from the professor’s undivided attention, of course.” My heart sinks, because Daniel knows something is up. He takes one step back and then saunters out the door. I stay still until his footsteps disappear. I don’t relish the thought of scampering around campus because now, more than ever, Daniel will be looking for me.

Warm fingertips beneath my chin have me looking up into serious eyes. There’s a deep line between Jacob’s brows as he stares down at me. “Would you be comfortable enough to tell me exactly what’s going on between the two of you? This doesn’t look like two old friends running into each other.”

I have to tell Jacob something. He isn’t going to believe just anything. He’s too smart for that, so I settle on part of the truth. “Daniel was my first boyfriend. I broke it off with him and he’s never gotten over it. You know, being the school jock and all.”

I try to smile and come up with a wobbly version that doesn’t stay put.

“Is that all there is to it?” he asks.

“He wants to take me on a date. For old times’ sake.” This time my smile sticks. “But I’m seeing someone else. So it will never work out.”

One of Jacob’s eyebrows rises. “And who is this man you’re seeing? I hope he isn’t going to come between the two of us.”

I step close enough for my breasts to brush his chest, firmly enough for him to feel my nipples pulled tight. “Oh, I hope he very much will.”

“Miss Smith. We have to keep this relationship purely professional.” Jacob’s voice drops so low I feel it in my abdomen. His hands come to my hips, fingers tightening over my jeans.

“You’ll find me a very professional student.” I palm his chest over his shirt. His heart pounds under my touch, fast and steady.

“Professional students don’t kiss their professors when anyone might walk into said professor’s lecture room,” he says.

My breath hitches. Half of my attention is tuned to the open door and the empty corridor outside. Students usually vacate the corridor quickly after a lecture, eager to enjoy time between classes or to get to their lunch before afternoon commitments.

“Then said professor should be more careful how he touches his students.” My finger hitches in his shirt, my other hand comes to the back of his neck. I pull. He leans down and his lips are on me. My jaw. My chin. His stubble prickles. My eyes close and consciousness fades. I’m just a sentient being. Skin. Nerves. Fire and need churn into a ball of instant desire.

“Only one student. One woman.”

His lips cover mine. He presses. I part and he takes. His tongue sweeps inside and I groan. Anyone might walk in and see us. And he’s still kissing me, as though tempting fate, pulling me up on the tips of my toes, one arm around my waist and the other hand sliding into my hair and taking purchase. He devours me—as though he’s desperate and he’s waited a lifetime for this moment.

Claiming me despite what might happen. Who may find us.

This isn’t a sweet peck or the brushing of lips. This is the real deal. All thoughts of Daniel fall from my mind. Any thought of anything other than Jacob drains away.

I wrap my arms around his neck and thread my fingers into his hair. His lips press hard, claiming me as his. That place between my legs becomes increasingly hot, a light friction in the center of pleasure. He grinds his cock against me and I feel it throb through our clothing. My panties are flooded with my own need.

He stops the kiss and rests his forehead against mine. We pant each other’s breath. Our gazes join. His pupils are dilated, leaving a sliver of the dark blue rim. “Need you, Steph. Need you now.”

I can only nod, beyond speech. Jacob growls, stalks across the room and swings the door shut. He flicks the lock, collects me in his arms, steps on the raised dias that holds the podium and settles me on the edge. His fingers work my jeans button, while I fumble with his. Finally the sides of his jeans part. I sink my hands beneath the material, clenching his warm flesh with my fingers.

He rips my jeans open and his hand delves into my pants, through my slickness to impale me on one digit. He swallows my groan as he works his finger in and out of my body. It isn’t enough, and soon I’m squirming for more.

“Jacob. Now.” I’m panting hard, liquid need coursing through me.

He binds one arm around my waist, and I help him work my jeans and panties down my legs. I kick them off to puddle at our feet. I push his pants over his hips enough to free his erection, then my hands are on his hot, hard cock, circling his length. I wipe the bead of precum over his tip as he catches me in another fierce kiss.

“My beautiful girl.” He thumbs my cheek, traces my lips, my chin, the line of my neck, before he cups one of my breasts in his hand. My nipple strains against his roughened palm. Another liquid rush dampens the timber beneath me.

“Taste yourself.” Jacob pushes his finger to my lips and I suck. My own essence bursts on my tongue. I taste my own arousal, sharp and tangy and needy.

Nothing matters beyond the touch of his hand on my body, the solid weight of him on me. The spark of electricity that shudders up my thighs. I can’t wait any more. I growl, wrap my fingers around his thick length and bring the head to my wet entrance.

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