Page 24 of The Professor's Holiday Surprise

“Kissing you.” I slide my fingers into the front of her panties. “Loving you.” Gently, so gently, I cup her mound and stroke her with my fingertips. “Convincing you that I’m worth the wait.”

“But what if someone hears us?”

“You’re my best student, Paisley. I have full faith you can learn to come silently. And if you can’t, I’ll cover your mouth if you like.”

Her eyes are wide, and she slowly nods. “Yes, please.”

My perfect, perfect girl.

“I want to continue our kiss here.” I brush my lips against the corner of her mouth. “I need you to bend over for Daddy.”

“Over…what?”

I grin and turn her around. “My desk.”

Pulse heavy with lust, I ease her forward, pressing her face down against the desk surface. She trembles even as her hips lift instinctively for me. I push her jeans over the sweet flare of her ass, revealing bright red panties covered in white Christmas presents.

A gift for Daddy indeed.

I muscle my thigh between her legs, urging her feet apart. Even covered up, this will make her sweet little holes feel on display to me. I grope her ass, filling my hands with her flesh, and as I squeeze, I lift her cheeks apart, then ghost my thumbs down the cotton-covered crease between them.

She jumps as my touch finds her asshole.

“Shhh,” I remind her. “I’m just touching.”

She laughs weakly. “What happened to one more kiss?”

“You’re right.” I drag my fingers lower, to her warm pussy lips. “One kiss here and then I’ll stop being the bad professor.”

“Never stop,” she whispers, lifting her hips.

I bend over and kiss the small of her back, then drag my open mouth over her hip and down her thigh. Her scent is incredible, warm and heady. And when I ease her underweardown, revealing the tight holes I was just teasing, the musky sweetness intensifies.

Slowly, I take my glasses off and set them on my desk beside her.

“Reach back and hold yourself like this for Daddy,” I murmur, showing her how to lift her ass cheeks for me. “Good girl, show me what is mine.”

I don’t recognize my own voice.

This isn’t the Noah Lowry I’ve been for the last forty years.

This is a whole new man.

A possessive, dirty-talking, lustful man who finally has his hands on his woman.

I might not know this guy, but Paisley recognizes him intuitively. Even as her fingers shake, she cups her ass and tilts her hips, giving me my first proper look at not just the tight furl of her little asshole, but the shiny pink folds of her pussy, blooming around an inviting hole and a hard, demanding little clit.

My mouth waters at the thought of giving that taut bead everything it wants and more.

Chapter 10

Paisley

Noah’s breathbrushes against the backs of my thighs, and my pussy clenches around an aching emptiness.

How did I end up bent over his desk with my pants pulled down?

Is this a dream?

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