Page 5 of Tangled with the Professor

“Shut the door,” I instruct her, half rising from my seat, out of my mind to get my hands on her. She closes the door and locks it behind her. “Good girl,” I say, my cock jumping.

Her cheeks flame but I realize she’s not on the same wavelength as me at all. She’s clearly upset and I instantly sit back down, my mood changing at once at the sight of the worry in her eyes.

“What’s wrong?” I ask and she relaxes a little.

There’s still tension in her shoulders as she tries to pretend it’s nothing, and I press her, knowing that there’s something bothering her.

“I just got off the phone with my parents,” she sighs, sliding into the chair across from my desk. “They’re getting pushy about me coming home after exams.”

“You’re not excited to go home for the holidays?” I ask, thinking grimly about that time without her. Time we could be making scorching hot memories together.

“Normally I would be, but my cousin just got married and is on her honeymoon and my mom has wedding fever. She’s been bugging me about dating and starting to think I’m never going to give her grandkids so I broke down and told her I’m seeing someone.”

She gets it all out in a rush and looks sheepishly at her hands before glancing back up at me.

“And?” I urge her to continue since she’s clearly bursting.

“And then she asked me if I would be bringing him home for the holidays and I felt like she would think I was making him up if I said no, so I said yes. And now I don’t know what to do or who the hell I’m going to bring home with me for Christmas,” she lets it all out in one gust of air.

I get up and rush around, pulling her off the chair and into my arms to cut off her anxious rambling. Though this thing between us is still so new, she leans into me as if I’m a source of comfort for her and that makes me want her even more. “I’ll go with you,” I say, running my hand through her hair and down her back. She pulls back and looks up at me, blue eyes filled with shock.

“You… you don’t have to do that. You’re my boss and we’ve only kissed once, you don’t owe me anything.”

“I want to help you, Isabelle. Let me take this burden off of you,” I pull her back around the desk and onto the couch I keep in my office for when I need rest between experiments. Thank god it finally has another use.

“Now you don’t have to worry about your parents thinking you’re still single,” I say as I hover over her, reaching for the lacy edge of her bra. “And I can’t wait to meet them.”

“But, how are we going to convince them we’re actually together?” she says, her body freezing undermine.

“We’ll act like we have been—working together, but getting to know each other much more…intimately,” I say, licking along the swell of her ripe tits.

“You’d really be saving me, I don’t know how I could ever pay you back,” she says, but when I snap open her bra and take a pink nipple in my mouth, her argument turns to a moan.

“I’ll show you the first way,” I tell her. “And so much more, right now.”

I can tell she’s still hesitant about me going home with her for the holidays but as I work my way down her body to plunge my face between her thighs, she seems to forget about anything but how wet I’m making her sweet little pussy.

“Yes,” she murmurs, hands in my hair. “That’s perfect.”

I lick her hungrily and push my tongue deep into her slick heat. Soon she has to bury her face in the cushion to keep from screaming.

“So wet for me, little girl,” I tell her, lapping at her clit as she climaxes. I love how easily she comes for me.

She nods, too lost in the pleasure I’m giving her to speak, and I keep going until she’s limp on the couch, her legs spread wide and her chest rising and falling with each labored breath.

She finally comes to her senses a bit and slowly pulls her blouse together, a hint of worry back in her eyes.

“Did you actually say you’re coming home with me for the break?” she asks.

I grin at her and kiss her, smearing her juices on her lips. “I did, and just like this, it’s going to be perfect.”

Chapter 4

Isabelle

It’s been a week and I still can’t believe Mark actually offered to come to my family’s house for Christmas vacation with me. He’s really helping to get my mom off my back and I really can’t believe we’re on our way there right now. I keep telling myself that it’s only going to be a few days. What could go wrong in just a few short days?

I carefully shift in my seat again, anxiously noticing the scenery whisking past getting more and more familiar. We’re getting close and I’ve been on edge the entire trip, thinking I’d become more relaxed the closer we got. Wrong. I’m beginning to think this was a terrible mistake.

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