Page 14 of Hello Kitten

I always said I didn’t want a serious relationship in college, but now ... if it means being with Adrian, I’m not entirely sure it would be terrible.

Why the hell does he have to be my professor?

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Class is Hell. I knew that my first semester in college, but seeing Adrian teach with so much passion, any time he leans against his desk and looks at me, not to mention Beth fuming and watching me instead of him, it’s actual Hell.

Especially since the text he sent me at the start of class.

You look beautiful, kitten.

His words send heat swirling in my stomach, my thighs clenching as he stares at me with those haunting eyes.

I want to touch him; I want his hands on me. I can imagine position after position right here. He could bend me over the desk and plow me from behind. He could have me spread eagle on his desk. He could sit at his desk while presenting while I’m under it blowing him.

He could put me on top of the table I share with Beth and eat me out. The whole class, I picture him lecturing to me alone while fucking me against the wall, the floor, his desk, even the window looking over campus.

His hot voice in my ear as he manhandles me into whatever position he wants.

Dam it, how is he doing this? For fuck sake, shake it off.

The judgement radiating from my best friend when she has to shove me to make me focus kills every fantasy before I can get so worked up, I need to leave.

My phone vibrates again, and I groan, already knowing who it is, as Adrian seems very good at multitasking.

What color is your dress for the wedding? For my tie.

No, no, no, you’re not coming! How can I make it clearer to him? He’s not coming. We’re not together, we can’t be.

By the time class is over, I’m exhausted from my mental gymnastics and know I have to talk to Adrian and really get it into his head that he’s not coming.

Clearly, I have to get coffee before my next class. Maybe even a snack to count as breakfast.

I have another class in an hour and I don’t know if I’ll be able to focus on class at all if I’m worried about how Adrian is dealing with things. I try to take my time putting my laptop and notebook into my backpack.

“I love you, but you have to take care of this,” Beth snaps.

“Yeah, but...” I trail off when I see Adrian watching me with his ‘warning’ face. He’s expecting the worst and easily dismissing other students with simple answers.

There’s noavoiding this.

“You have a spine, remember?” Beth says while shoving me forward.

“Yeah, yeah,” I mumble.

When we get to Dr. Hayes, I struggle to find my voice.

“Emily, Beth, what can I help you with?” he asks, still using his teacher voice despite his tight jaw.

“I’d like some clarification on the assignment. Can we talk in your office?” I ask.

He arches a single eyebrow, then motions for me to go. Beth follows, which I know doesn’t escape his attention. But he doesn’t comment on it.

Beth nudges me, forcing me into Adrian’s office less than two minutes later, then shuts the door fully. Leaving me alone with my professor.

Adrian ignores his chair and rests his ass on his desk, just like he does in class. He pushes his sleeves up to his elbows and I feel lust coil in my belly as I watch his dark skin painted with ink, wondering what the story behind those is.

No. No. This isn’t about having secretive sex against the door to see if we can get away with it. There’s a point.

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