Page 4 of Professor Obsessed

She wasn’t wrong. Nate had those boyish good looks. He was tall, lean, and athletic. His blue eyes and reddish-colored hair made most girls swoon, and the light dusting of freckles made him look innocent. He wasn't. Nate loved to get around. He was your typical college athlete. He was taking one of Dr. Lowe’s classes which never was weird…until now.

“Yeah but wouldn’t that be weird? We work together. My ex is in his class. We work together,” I yawned lazily, pulling the covers to my chin.

“I don’t think it would be that strange. Dr. Lowe is more mature than Nate. I doubt he would make a big deal out of it if it were to end there,” she said, “but listen, I’ll have to catch up with you tomorrow. I need to get some sleep.”

“Same.” We hung up and I laid in bed for hours, my mind unable to stop running through all the possibilities of Chase and I.

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The week passed by in a blur of random office “emergencies” and faculty freaking out over nothing. I saw Dr. Lowe every day since that Monday, whether it was stopping by my office or running into him on my lunch breaks. That Friday evening, we were scheduled to work together in his office regarding the conference he’d be traveling to.

The cubicles sat empty as I made my way to the elevator. I’d never been to his office before but had a vague sense of where it was. My heart thundered in my ears, I was both nervous and still awkward despite my promise. The elevator opened letting me out, there were offices, lockers, and classrooms lining the hallways. One at the end of the hall had a light shining under it, so I made my way towards it, knocking lightly.

“Come in,” came Chase’s voice. I pushed the door open and he greeted me with a perfect grin, “Good to see you tonight, Emma.”

“Good to see you, I hope your week hasn’t been too hectic,” I took a quick look around his neat office and sat on the leather sofa in the corner.

“You haven't managed to keep your promise have you,” he teased, “You’ve been blushing since the moment you arrived.” He stood walking around his desk to lean against it.

His hands were casually tucked in the pocket of his dress slacks, I couldn't help but stare at the lean shape of his body. His dress shirt was tucked into the slacks with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows revealing thick forearms with veins running up and down. An expensive watch decorated his left wrist.

“So you’ve noticed,” I tucked a strand of my short hair behind my ear nervously.

“I notice everything about you Emma.”

The words caught in my throat. His words replayed in my head. Oh God, he notices me? Does that mean he might want me too? His scent filled my nostrils as he stepped back behind his desk taking a seat and resting his chin in his hands. He studied me for what felt like forever.

“Right so um,” I rummaged through my bag pulling out my laptop nearly dropping it, “so here are the hotels and the flights I managed to find for you. They are both well within the budget but, maybe not quite as nice as you’d like.” I pulled up the information on my screen as I spoke.

His eyes never left mine.

With only the subtle sound of the AC kicking on, there was nothing but him and I. We talked about his trip for an hour before I finally felt prepared to plan it for him.

“You did such a good job pounding out the details, Emma,” he praised me softly. His words felt dirty to me, sending heat to my pussy where it began to throb. Pounding out the details.

Filthy images played through my mind.

I nodded stupidly, squeezing my thighs together with friction so intense I was sure my tights were going to catch on fire. My heart raced in my chest so hard I was sure he could see it. He was leaning across the desk looking at me with his green eyes exotic like the most priceless emerald.

“Thank you,” I choked out as I stood. I couldn't be near him any longer without this ending so bad, yet oh so good, “I’m always happy to be of assistance to you.”

He stood smiling, “You’re incredibly helpful,” he came around his desk. His hungry gaze devoured me, “You are incredible.”

My body was on fire. My hands shook, barely able to keep a grip on my laptop as I lowered it to the floor. The backs of my calves were touching the leather couch, my breathing quickened as Chase closed the distance between us. “You’ve got a stray strand,” he said, his fingers reached out and tucked one of my waves behind my ear.

His touch felt like explosions across my skin, leaving me wet and wanting. Good thing I was standing. I would’ve left a wet mark on that leather for sure. I soaked through my panties, feeling it trickling down my thighs.

Chase’s hand was still on my face, I blinked up at him, wetting my lips with my tongue. His eyes followed the motion. His breathing hitched as he inched closer to me.

“You’re more than incredible,” he said, his eyes flicking back up to mine, “you’re beautiful.”

His lips brushed mine, softly at first. Then with an all-consuming force, his tongue ravaged the seam of my lips demanding entrance. His hands came around me steadying my languid body, devouring me. Our tongues met and danced between one another's mouths in a tango of teeth and saliva.

I was a hot dripping mess.

I felt the stiffness of his cock on my lower belly, desperate to break through. My hands came around his neck clawing him closer to me. He swallowed my breathy moans engulfing me in another scorching kiss. His hands ravaged my body that writhed against him desperate for friction as they shoved under my blouse. His cool skin on my bare torso weakened my knees. Falling into his embrace, my pussy was desperate to be filled by him.

“Emma,” his voice groaned, piercing the silence. He sounded winded and sexy, his whiskey-smooth voice sounded like gravel, laced with need. He stroked my ribs just under my bra, “I fucking want you so bad.” He shook as he spoke the words, pressing his erection into me.

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