Page 22 of The Professor's Holiday Surprise

“Dangerously so, I’m afraid.” My fingers brush her knee again, this time lingering. Circling up and over the top of her thigh as I watch her reaction.

“And…about that reward…?” She presses her hands to her face, peeking at me through her fingers.

Even without looking at my watch, I know that door can stay locked for another hour before anyone will come looking for me here. “That’s a serious offer. You are a very good girl, and I would love to kiss you again, anywhere you want.” My circling fingers stop moving, and I flatten my hand on the top of her thigh. “And that’s only for you, Paisley. Nobody else has ever had this from me. That door being locked and this conversation happening…this is untested ground for me.”

She frowns a little.

It’s adorable.

I shift even closer, her knees slotting between my thighs as I brush my fingertips over her furrowed brow. “What’s on your mind?”

“After watching you…” She sucks in a nervous breath. “I’m counting on you to be experienced, because I sure as heck am not.”

Alarm crawls up my spine. “What do you mean?”

“I’ve never successfully gone all the way with someone else.”

“Paisley…”

“Don’t pity me. Oh God, please don’t pity me. It’s not like I want to be a twenty-eight-year-old virgin!”

My indignant, untouched good girl.

And I’ve spent however many weeks showing her my cock and balls. And cum. So much cum.

“So I corrupted you,” I say dryly.

“In the best way,” she says in a rush. “I loved all of it. Especially the…”

I lean forward.

She blushes. “The sound of you undoing your belt buckle.”

I groan. “Paisley, for the love of God— Come here.” I can’t stand to not have her fully in my arms a second longer.

“I’m here,” she whispers.

“Closer.” I tug her up and out of her chair.

She looks down at me with adorable confusion, then understanding dawns as I turn her to sit across my lap. “Oh.”

“That’s better, isn’t it?” I wrap my arms around her and nuzzle against her cheek.

We’re both fully clothed still, but this is more intimacy than I’ve had with another person for a very long time, and it makes my head spin and my cock so hard she must feel it against her ass.

“Umm…Dr. Lowry…” She wriggles her hips.

Yeah, she feels it.

I growl her name and clamp my hand down on her thigh.

“I’m sorry, Professor.” But she doesn’t look sorry, and that’s a revelation.

“Say that again,” I growl. “I like the sound of that.”

“Professor?” Her eyes sparkle. “When I told you that I’d learned a lot from you this term, I didn’t mean just in the classroom. Your live streams taught me a lot about…” She searches for appropriate words, then gives up.

I cup her face and she leans into my touch, her eyelids fluttering shut.

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