Page 25 of My Forbidden Professor

“Yes, Jacob. Yes. Now, please.”

His hand shivers down the column of my neck, over my shoulder, across my skin and down my side, making every nerve explode in delight. He slides me until I’m hanging over the edge of the podium. I wrap my legs around his hips when he takes my mouth with his and he marries our tongues in a deep kiss. He keeps sucking my tongue as he slowly pushes in.

Stretching. Filling me.

He withdraws, then plunges into me again, fingers digging into my flesh. The head of his cock brushes against the spot deep inside my body. Electricity zings through me. My back arches of its own volition, my legs tightening around his hips to hold him as deep as he can go. My lungs compress to nothing, expelling every last breath from my body in a puffing rush. He impales me again, and again, each thrust more powerful than the last.

Jacob lifts my leg, angling my hip. His cock drives even deeper. His gaze locks with mine. Unwavering, its intensity steals my breath. He presses against my sweet spot until exquisite pleasure becomes almost pain. His thumb returns to my engorged clit and circles.

My head flies back, a scream building in my chest. Jacob takes my mouth in a hot kiss and I shatter around him. Shards of pleasure explode from the tips of my toes and rush through my body, splintering apart my bones and melting my muscles.

My mind shatters. My body follows.

I’m weightless as white-hot pleasure crashes though me.

One more thrust, and my hot, pulsing passage is bathed in a scorching heat as Jacob spills himself deep inside me with a hoarse groan. His cock twitches, pumping me full. He covers me in a human cage of his body as we ride out the final moments of our orgasm. There couldn’t possibly be anything better than this. Anything more fulfilling.

The wild fluttering of my pulse slows to a normal rhythm. My legs turn to liquid, as does the rest of me. I’m held in the cradle of Jacob’s arms, the strong beat of his heart thumping against my chest.

A knock sounds at the lecture room door. “Hello? Anyone inside?”

“That’s Professor Stanfield,” Jacob says.

He winces as he eases out of my body. Our fluids coat my inner thighs and they slip against each other as he helps me off the podium and to my feet.

The knock grows into a pounding. “Anyone there? You’ve locked the door from the inside. Everything okay in there?”

Jacob curses under his breath. He picks up my panties and gently swipes between my thighs, collecting our combined essences leaking from me before giving the podium a quick wipe. He bends down again to hand me my jeans.

“What. I don’t get my panties back?” I quirk a brow.

He slides my soiled underwear into his pocket and zips his still semi hard cock back into his jeans. His full lips twitch as he buttons himself and tucks his shirt into his waistband. “Never.”

I draw my jeans over my backside, ignoring the feel of denim on my bare skin. “I’ll eventually need them back. I only have a certain number of them.”

“I’ll buy you a new set. Hell, I’ll buy you twenty.” He kisses me and tugs the creases from my shirt.

He takes a quick look around to double check that everything is as it should be, before going to the door. Professor Stanfield is a harried woman in her fifties, with wisps of graying hair that always fall free from her updo. She drops the hand raised to knock again, her eyes flaring wide when Jacob wrenches the door open.

“My apologies, Professor. I was tied up giving Miss Smith her lesson and didn’t realize the door was locked,” Jacob says.

Professor Stanfield’s slightly startled gaze slides from Jacob to me. I pick up my backpack off the floor and settle it on my shoulder, keeping my gaze carefully averted and my face blank. “Thank you, Professor Black. That was very…informative.”

I brush past Jacob and Professor Stanfield, hoping she doesn’t notice my red cheeks, or the scent of sex that still permeates the room behind me.

Chapter Eleven

Steph

Weak sunlight filters through Jacob’s blinds and strikes me across the face. It’s early. And yet too late. Early risers will be jogging across campus to get in their daily exercise, using the pathways between the staff faculty and the student dorms. My eyes snap open. I sit up but Jacob’s arm about my waist clamps me in place.

“Don’t move. You’re letting the cold air in.” The eye that isn’t smooshed into the pillow opens beneath a mop of ruffled curls and focuses on me. I don’t understand how he was deep asleep one moment but came so quickly awake when I moved.

I sink back to my elbow but not into his waiting arms, instead hooking the one thick curl that always manages to fall across his brow. He’s sleep mussed and beautifully warm all over. “Which is why I have to go soon. Before everyone wakes up.”

I don’t relish the thought of getting dressed and facing the cold morning, but there is no choice. We need to keep our relationship a secret from the world.

I haven’t even told Adeline about Jacob. It’s only for a time. Once I graduate, it won’t matter who we are to each other.

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