Page 7 of Hot Professor (Tainted Professors)

My boss would terminate me on the spot.

She’s my student. I’m the professor. I’m the one in control here.

She’s notthatyoung.

When she called out to me, her voice a melody in my ears, I turned and spotted her, and my heart thumped in my chest, and my cock sprang to attention. I’m sure I have zipper marks on my flesh.

I knew she and all the other young female students had their eyes glued to my back during the lecture, it’s nothing new, but it was only hers I felt. Only her eyes I sought whenever I turned to address the class. They drilled into me, warmed me, shooting jolts of awareness to the tips of my fingers until the numbness made me fumble the chalk.

The poor girl just wants to learn, and I would love to teach her… oh so many things… and none of them have to do with English literature.

I’ve never been so instantly fascinated by a woman before. I’ve never even considered risking my future for a woman before. Why now? Why Ivy?

Why did I suggest she come to my office today? It’s early. We could have had this discussion next week after I’ve had a few days to compel her out of my system and find a way to ignore this visceral attraction I feel.

Maybe Mom had a point the last time I saw her when told me straight up, even included a frustrated huff, that if I put as much attention on my personal life as I do on my academic life, I might have a girlfriend, maybe even a wife, and she’d be a grandmother by now.

I’ve had a handful of girlfriends, but nobody special. Not a single one garnered the physical and mental reaction Iexperienced today when I turned around and saw Ivy. A few minutes alone in my office before she meets me will hopefully clear my head and help set me back on track.

As I swing open the door to my office, the sight that greets me is straight out of every guy’s cliché fantasy, but damn if it doesn’t punch the air from my lungs. There she is—Ivy—in all her unsuspecting glory, bent over, ass twitching enticingly as she reaches for something on the floor next to my filing cabinet. Those tight jeans that looked more relaxed earlier today are molded to her curves like they’re holding on for dear life, and my traitorous body reacts instantly.

“Shit,”I mutter under my breath, my gaze riveted to her butt as if it’s the last piece of cheesecake at a dieter’s group meeting. My cock betrays my noble intentions, hardening without consent.

This can’t happen.

Maybe my friends are right, and it’s been too long since I’ve been with a woman.And then I remember, the last one tricked me and got me in trouble. Maybe my friends are right, and I need to have sex with therightwoman and more frequently than once every six to twelve months.

I quickly adjust myself before I clear my throat.

Ivy jumps up and spins around so quickly she wobbles. “Professor Ashe!”Dust smudges her cheek, and her hair is tousled in a way that screams, ‘I just rolled out of bed,’which only adds fuel to the fire burning through my veins.

“Ivy,”I manage to say, trying to sound more collected than I feel. “I didn’t expect you so early. Classes finished already?”

“Um, yes. My last one got out early today, so I thought I’d organize some things while I waited,”she replies, her voice laced with embarrassment as she brushes off her hands. The gesture is innocent enough, but it sends all the wrong messages to myalready overstimulated brain. “I figured I’d do some filing for you.”

“Right, right,”I acknowledge, forcing my eyes away from her body and onto the stack of papers on my desk, another on top of the cabinet. “Good initiative.”

“Thanks,”she says softly, and I catch the faint pink coloring her cheeks.

Is she aware of the effect she has on me? No, can’t be. I’m the picture of restraint, aren’t I? But if she were to drop her eyes…

“But some pages fell behind the filing cabinet.”

“What?”My gaze jerks up to her lips, and the bottom one she’s biting.

“I was trying to reach them when you came in and surprised me.”

“Oh. Here, let me give you a hand with that.”I drop my things onto the extra guest chair and walk over to her. The closer I get, the stronger the scent of lavender becomes. Is that her hair or her body wash? Maybe a spray? It doesn’t matter. I want to sniff her all over.

She steps aside with a grateful smile.

I grab the heavy cabinet and jostle it, rocking it side to side so I can inch it far enough from the wall to reach the pages that fell behind.

“Thanks, Professor Ashe,”she murmurs her voice a delicate chime that reverberates through the suddenly too-small office.

“Every time you call me Professor Ashe, I feel old.” Her proximity is wreaking havoc on my senses, and each brush of her skin against mine is like a live wire to my self-control. Maybe I shouldn’t be so anal about being called Professor Ashe. The distance it creates might be the solution to my problem. And the problem is that I want to fuck my student right here in my office. I want her bent over my desk while I cram my cock into her wet pussy.

“Sorry… Harrison. Was your father a professor, too?”

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