Page 6 of Teach Me Daddy

Then, his captivating blue eyes meet mine again, and I know that he is. There’s no way that he isn’t. How could I have missed it? That shade of blue is so unique, unlike anything I’ve ever seen before. And the way he’s looking at me with such burning intensity makes me realize that he recognizes me too.

Shit. What do I do now?

I can’t hold back my gasp, and Professor Alexander tenses when he hears it. There are still ten minutes left in the class, but he suddenly dismisses everyone, rattling off the assignment for the next lesson as my classmates shuffle around, putting away their laptops and vacating their chairs. I panic and start to do the same until his booming voice stops me.

“Miss Cavanaugh, may I see you for a moment, please? I’d like to have a word.” He stands behind his desk, ruffling his papers, but he keeps his focus averted, avoiding my wide-eyed stare.

I can’t find my voice, so I simply nod and resume putting my things away while remaining in my seat. It doesn’t take long for everyone else to leave the room, and I’m left alone in the large space with the man who’s starred in my every dream for the entire summer. When the last student walks out, closing the door behind them, Professor Alexander crosses over to me and stands in front of my desk. The air fills with thick tension and I scramble to my feet, if only to stop myself from being eye-level with his magical, orgasm-inducing dick.

I grip the hem of my shirt tightly in my hands. “I… I didn’t know?—”

“Of course, you didn’t,” he cuts me off. “We didn’t exchange names or any relevant information. We didn’t even see each other’s faces.”

I know that I shouldn’t, but I can’t help myself and I step closer, wanting to be near him. His fists clench at his sides as if he’s trying to keep himself from reaching for me, which only makes me feel bold. Gives me a power that I’ve never felt before.

“I can’t believe it’s you, Master Blake. How is this possible?”

“Professor Alexander. That’s my name.”

I frown, realizing he’s keeping things professional while I’m wishing he wouldn’t.

Then he takes a deep breath. “We can’t talk about this here. I know it’s a shock, but we have to pretend nothing happened at the club. Hell, we need to pretend that Club Sin doesn’t even exist.”

I rear back as if he’s slapped me, even though I shouldn’t be surprised. He’s my professor and I’m his student. He could be fired for this and I’m sure that’s what he’s thinking. And God forbid the papers find out that the mayor’s daughter is caught up in a sex club scandal with her college professor. My father would be ruined.

Yet I wanthim. I need him. And I can’t just forget what’s happened between us. I waited too long to finally muster up the courage to approach Master Blake and it was better than I ever could’ve imagined. I won’t give it up now. I don’t care about the risks. Though I’m not so sure he feels the same way.

I don’t know how to say all of that when he won’t meet my eyes. So I decide to make the first move and place a hand on his chest, reminding him of the connection between us. I know I wasn’t the only one who felt it, and he proves me right when I feel his heartbeat racing beneath my fingers. There’s a spark that ignites, turning my blood to fire in my veins.

“I don’t think I can pretend nothing’s happened. I don’t think you can either.” I peek up at him through my lashes as a small, timid smile turns up the corners of my lips. “At least… not when we’re alone.”

I drag a finger down his chest and he captures my wrist in his hand. “We shouldn’t be alone,” he warns. Despite his words, there’s lust in his eyes. His lips part as I tilt my head back, dying for a kiss. Then, he steps away and my stomach plummets. “You can go now, Miss Cavanaugh.”

My heart threatens to shatter while there’s one thing that keeps it together. His mouth might be pushing me away but the hard dick tenting his black slacks tells me I’m not the only one who wants this. I won’t beg him to touch me again, but I’m happy to do a little enticing.

I turn back to my desk, slowly bending at the waist to gather my belongings. “Madison,” I say, hefting my laptop bag onto my shoulder. “Call meMadison.”

I can tell there’s something right on the tip of his tongue, but he holds it back, giving me a curt nod instead. I decide I’ll do what he says for now and leave. I don’t want to and he doesn’t want me to either. But I need some time to figure this out and maybe some space wouldn't be such a bad thing.

I’m almost to the door, when his warm palm on my shoulder stops me. I gasp at his touch and spin around to find that he’s holding my sweater in his hand. I must have forgotten it. I reach out and my fingers brush against his, sending a shiver down my spine. We’re so close to each other now, and his eyes are honed in on my lips. I hold my breath while my heart thunders in my chest as I watch the last of his willpower break.

His lips crash onto mine, and I find myself pressed up against the wall next to the door. His mouth devouring me as my body melts into him. It’s fast and heated and rushed, but I need more. I’llbegfor more.

He unbuttons my jeans and roughly shoves a hand inside, swallowing my moan as his fingers slip between my wet pussy lips. His tongue glides into my mouth, while the heel of his palm deliciously grinds against my throbbing clit. A tremor zipsthrough me, and I’m flooded with pleasure. We’re still in the classroom and I know this is so wrong. I can hardly wrap my head around what’s happening right now. A moment ago, he was sending me away, pretending like he didn’t want me. And now, it feels like he can’t get enough.

It’s a heady feeling. This powerful, sexy man can’t resist me. I never want it to end.

His free hand tunnels beneath my thin shirt, pinching my nipple hard through my sheer-lace bra. The hint of pain sends me flying, and I rip my mouth from his to inhale a sharp gasp as I come all over his fingers. He suppresses my moans with another kiss, making sure we don’t get caught from the sex sounds I’m making. It’s exhilarating, knowing that anyone could find us in such a precarious position with his strong fingers buried deep inside my pussy.

As my orgasm wanes, I meet his intense gaze. His eyes are a deeper shade of blue than before, full of heat and desire. Our sexual energy is thick, and I can feel his steely cock prodding against my lower stomach.

I’m about to reach for it when the sound of the doorknob turning beside us makes me jump and jerk my hand back. But the door doesn’t open. Master Blake must’ve locked it. Then there’s a knock, and he whips his hand from my jeans, taking two steps back and leaving me dazed and out of breath. I feel cold without him pressed against me and miss the feel of his body on mine.

“I shouldn’t have done that,” he says in a hushed voice as the footsteps seem to move away from the door and retreat down the hall.

“You’re saying it was a mistake?” I try to hide my hurt as I hurriedly button up my pants.

“No. It was a moment of weakness. And I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”

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