Page 21 of Forbidden Professor

Eve cats a look over her shoulder at the other students. Then she nods.

“I’d like that.”

I lead her to the far side of the gathering, where I have my blanket set up a few feet from the closest stargazer. I like having her here, in my space, on my blanket. I’m such a fool.

We fall into a comfortable silence, our eyes drifting back to the stars above. But even as we gaze at the sky, I’m acutely aware of Eve beside me. The warmth of her body. The gentle rise and fall of her breath. In this moment, under the watchful stars, everything else fades away. Only the two of us and our undeniable connection remain.

“It’s incredible, isn’t it?” she muses, her eyes sparkling. “How the universe can make us feel so small, yet so connected to something greater than ourselves.”

I nod, my gaze locked on her face, taking in every detail. “It’s a humbling experience,” I agree. “To be reminded of our place in the grand scheme.”

Eve’s smile is gentle, her expression radiating empathy. “And yet, moments like these bring us peace. The stars have a way of putting things into perspective, of reminding us what truly matters.”

Her words resonate deep within me, striking a chord I’ve long ignored. In Eve’s presence, I find myself yearning for something more. Something beyond the professional boundaries I’ve so carefully built.

Almost unconsciously, we drift closer to each other. Our bodies inch toward the telescope that stands between us. As we take turns peering through the lens, our hands brush, sending sparks racing through my veins.

The view through the telescope is breathtaking. A distant galaxy swirls in a dance of light and color. But even as I marvel at the sight, my attention drifts back to Eve. To the warmth of her skin against mine. To the intoxicating scent of her perfume.

“It’s beautiful,” I breathe, my voice barely above a whisper.

“It is,” Eve agrees, her voice hushed with wonder.

We linger there, our hands still touching, our gazes locked on the heavens above. In this moment, everything else falls away, leaving only the two of us. We are suspended in a universe of our own making. The boundaries between us blur. The lines between professor and student, between desire and doing what others want, fade into nothing.

ChapterTen

Carter

Eve is goingto be the death of me, I swear. It’s only the end of the second week of classes. And yet she has wormed her way into my thoughts.

Well, I thought about her before. Here and there. But now, as I am sprinting flat out in my neighborhood, I can’t think of anything else. Biology, chemistry, even basic mathematics… it all pales in comparison to what she’s planted in my head.

The reoccurring thought of what it would be like to rip off her clothes, spank her for being naughty, and fuck her against my desk.

Her panted breathing the only other noise as I relish the smack of my hand against her bare ass. She’d get so fucking wet, just from having me cup her tits and kiss those pert pink nipples. She would moan so sweetly as I filled her with my cock, stretching her pussy out for the first time, my name on her lips.

We would both come together, her nails raking down my back, my hands gripping her hair tightly. I’d pulse my seed so deep inside of her, filling her with my cum.

Goddamn.

I slow and then stop, leaning my hands on my thighs. Every part of me burns but it doesn’t really matter. Even when I really, really wear myself out, I know it’s only a matter of time. Sooner or later, I’m going to be fantasizing Eve spread out across my bed, whimpering and clutching at my head as I taste her dripping pink pussy.

Shaking my head at myself, I finish my run. As I hit the little picket fence of my rented house, I try to catch my breath. Thinking about the coming events of the day, I’m not really watching where I’m going.

As I cross the yard and start to climb the steps to my porch, a little orange ball of fur streaks across my path. My footing falters and I step right down on top of the orange ball. It shrieks, making the most blood curdling yet impossibly tiny sound I swear I have ever heard.

I lift my foot and the ball scurries onto my porch, underneath a dusty wicker chair. My heart starts pounding, adrenaline shooting through my veins.

What was that?

I climb the steps hesitantly, crouching down to look under the patio chair. I glimpse the little fur ball again, shoved all the way in the back, shaking like a leaf. It’s a kitten, so small that I don’t even know how it could be separated from its mother. Regardless of how it came to be here, I realize that it can’t be outside tonight.

Honestly, looking at the terrified, panting little kitten, I don’t know how it stayed alive before this moment.

“Lost something?” a voice calls from behind me.Eve.

Of course. She would find me here, wouldn’t she?

---