Page 23 of Arrogant Professor

Studying in the lib at 5pm. Hoping to run into my prof.

A selfie was attached, showing her in a red plaid mini skirt and a V-neck top that displayed her plumped cleavage. She winked at the camera with a flash of her pink tongue caught between her teeth.

What a little fucking tease.

I sucked in a breath and placed the phone face down on my desk. Jesus Christ, she was going to be the death of me.

The university library was huge—massive. And in the late afternoon, it would be quiet, mostly empty. No one would think twice about a professor and a student bumping into each other there.

I should tell her no.

But she knew damn well that I wanted this as much as she did.

Two hours later, I found myself walking through the library doors. A quick scan of the lobby showed no sign of her near the study nooks set up by the windows. I considered sending a text to ask where she was, but I hadn’t told her I was coming, and the thrill of the chase was more exciting anyway.

I veered right and disappeared into the stacks, pretending to look for a title that eluded me. Private study rooms lined the western wall of the library, but I saw no sign of Elle there either.

I continued to search the first floor, winding my way between the shelves.

Still no Elle.

Taking the stairs two at a time, I headed up to the second floor. Less than a handful of students were scattered throughout this level, headphones on, bent over books or laptops.

Then I spotted her.

Tucked into a corner of the Greek and Roman mythology section, she diligently scribbled notes as she consulted the books sprawled before her. She checked her phone and sighed, tapping at the screen.

My phone buzzed in my pocket with a text. I pressed my palm against it to muffle the sound. She was probably asking where I was by now. Smiling to myself, I slipped down a nearby aisle until I came up behind Elle. I leaned over her, bracing my hands on the table to block her in as I pressed my lips to the hollow beneath her ear.

“Miss Roche,” I whispered. “What a pleasant surprise.”

“Fucking finally,” Elle replied with a sigh. “I thought you blew me off.”

She turned her head, grabbed a fistful of my hair, and pulled me down for a frantic, hungry kiss. Someone coughed a few rows over and Elle broke away, touching her lips as if I’d burned her.

I straightened to a standing position and squeezed her shoulder for reassurance before I checked the surrounding aisles.

“Coast is clear,” I said.

Elle sagged with a breath of relief.

“Aren’t you the one who suggested meeting in the library?” I asked.

She shrugged.

“Yeah, because I thought it would be fun to make out somewhere public and not get caught, but I had no idea it would be this stressful.”

I slid my hands into my pockets and rested my shoulder against a bookshelf, watching her.

“Would you like me to leave?”

“Absolutely not.”

She pushed out of her chair and hurried over to me, curled her fingers into my shirt, and rose up on tiptoe to kiss me. I groaned against her mouth. My hands were out of my pockets in an instant, cupping her ass with a squeeze.

God, I missed this. I missed her.

I grasped her waist and pushed her back just far enough to look her in the eyes.

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