Page 12 of The Professor: Ep. 1

“Show me.”

Not a request, but a demand.

“They might notice we’re gone,” I warned him.

“And doesn’t that add a level of fun to it?” he countered.

Yes, I thought.Yes, it does. A shiver of excitement tickled my spine. “Follow me.”

Maddox

Follow me.

Two words I happily obeyed.

I set her glass on the counter in the kitchen as we walked through it, my senses on high alert the whole time. If anyone saw us head up the stairs, there would be hell to pay.

And damn if that didn’t turn me on more. It added a flavor of danger to our situation, one I would thoroughly enjoy exploring once we reached her room.

Adrenaline pulsated through my veins with each step, my ears attuned to every sound around me. It’d almost been too easy to track her to Dean Mickelson’s office, her cherry scent leading the way. I’d paused to admire her as I hadn’t been afforded the opportunity to appropriately do so earlier. Oh, I’d spotted her immediately upon entering the Mickelson home, but I hadn’t allowed myself to fully appreciate her in that fitted dress.

I did so again now as she ascended the last of the stairs in front of me, her ass practically begging my hands to wander her curves. As though she felt my stare on her, she glanced over her shoulder with a come hither look and led me directly to a door across the hall from the backstairs.

More of her sweet scent touched my nose as we entered, her bedroom spacious and clean and organized. I suspected her current room at the sorority house was just as tightly put together. Unless she shared a space with Nicole. Then it would be a mess.

Kayla always struck me as the more tidy of the two.

I shut the door behind me and twisted the lock, not willing to be disturbed this time. Risk was fun; stupidity was not. And I intended to do a few things to her that I didn’t want anyone interrupting.

She stood on the middle of a white rug, her heels disappearing into the shaggy texture.

I turned on the light to better see her, then nodded my chin toward the bed. “Lay down and lift your skirt. I want to see you.”

Her nipples beaded through her dress and sweater, suggesting she had gone braless tonight.

Exquisite,I thought, appeased.

“Yes, professor,” she said, her expression radiating seduction even while she lowered her eyelashes in exquisite submission.

Such an apt pupil.

Each step she took exuded a sultriness I could taste on my tongue, her strides sensual and sure as she swayed her hips. She lifted a knee onto the bed, then the other, and crawled to the center while allowing her dress to ride up her thighs.

Fuck.

I could tell she was bare from that act alone, the tip of her ass peeking at me with each shift along the bed.

I’d meant for this to arouse her, but it had turned into a show for me instead. Not that I minded. It allowed me to test her confidence in the bedroom, which proved to be impressive indeed as she had no problem following my command to the letter.

She laid on her back, pulled up his dress, bent her knees, and spread her thighs.

Mmm, she was shaved perfection, her little pink lips glistening in blatant invitation. “Have you pleasured yourself in this bed?” I asked her as I tucked my hands into the pockets of my black jeans. I needed to resist touching her. At least for a few more minutes.

“Yes.” Her voice came out breathy, her nipples visibly hardening even more.

“Show me how you pleasure yourself,” I said, taking a step forward. “I want to watch.”

Her thighs clenched in reply, her chest rising and falling on a breath. “Okay,” she whispered, her right hand releasing the fabric by her hip. Her manicured fingers trailed a path to her thigh before venturing toward her center.

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